Pointed Hearts

Pointed Hearts

Pointed at my heart
A dagger thrust could start
A war over that very part

Pins lodged in my head, hurt
But the blood trickling down
Pools at the foot of my bed

Silent muffled sounds echo
Laughing giggles, roaring should
All in contrast of the whisper

A galaxy spinning in the dark
The part where I missed the spark
Now I wonder, alone, in the park

Head wounds open to the world
I close myself off from the rest
And die from distress

3/28/21 – Andy McRae