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Pouring Out My Heart
Pouring out my heart, it’s devoid of all blood Perhaps more knotted, resembling of redwood Splinters and shavings, fall away with each thud Can’t escape this logjam, only wish I could Pouring out my heart, but it’s failing to bleed I’m losing my grip, roots won’t let me proceed Failing right now, to try express what I need Asking friends to listen, then pay them no heed Pouring out my heart, packs sawdust in a sack Peep inside the hessian, can only see black Empty now, that’s ok, voids always grow back How come I’m still here, has Jesus cut me slack Pouring out my heart, clots heavily engrained Tied to dilemmas, escaping leaves me drained Worse part of all, my collapse is unexplained For better or worse, gravity’s not sustained Pouring out my heart, there’s nothing’s left to pump Felled to the ground, with the slightest little bump Prostrate and broken, a fragmented tree stump I’m resting come join me, make a chair we’ll slump Pouring out my heart, through a duty of care The fruits of my labor, look across and glare I gaze beyond them, thinking life’s over there Vines grow round my neck, help lift me off the chair
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