It is heavy and huge,

It bangs brutally and carelessly against my chest,

It is heavier than my body,

It drags all of me down!

Within it is a rotten bunch

Of never kept promises,

Another bunch of rotten pieces of broken trust!

It is dry and heavy,

It creates pain to every part of me.

It is exposed, yet hidden,

It is pierced by cold,

Yet consumed by furnacing heat!

Every now and again it breaks,

The pieces swell,

And the weight is much heavier,

If only it could stop!

Stop beating!

Stop pounding!

Stop banging my tired chest!

I’d finally embrace peace,

Serenity and beautiful rest,

I wouldn’t be a walking bunch of rotten hurt!