Coffin
"Where is my heart?"
Invisible much.
Covered with pain,
Which is its coffin.
There is a river within,
Where heartbeats act as currents,
Reducing the ache it feels.
The intensity rises and falls,
People come and go,
Curiously enquiring about my heart,
Failing to observe that it is buried alive.
©songbriti
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