Heartache… a poem

Or

A Poem for the Dying

I am broken

brain dissolved

to mush in my tears

heart so heavy

it falls

onto a rock hard gut

and shatters

Slivers spread through veins

creating tiny cuts

from which despair

bleeds into my soul

Emotions fuse

one solid block of pain

creating physical ill

I am nothing.

It is hopeless.

You might just as well

crush me

like the slimy bug

I am

Already flattened

I may never get up