The myth that is my heart

A heavy heart, weighed down
By mountains of loss
Where do I find my place among
The chaos of this disrepair
Where solitude and peace remain
Ever elusive
Longing for the tide to come and
Sweep me away
But the sands in my heart remain dry
Having been abandoned by the sea
Centuries ago
I know
My place is not here, but where
Belonging nowhere
A drifter in the wind, with nowhere to go
A metaphor
A myth
A lie?
Who am I to say
Who am I to know
Who am I to stay and abandon myself
To the prison bars of apathy


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