he had so much heart

I used to have tendrils of heart and soul coming out of my head
Unfurling from my curls and giving the world a hug
Suddenly, they dried up
The world cut them out like deadheading flowers
I felt every inch of it
Kids like me don’t go to college
Kids like me go to war
Every single day i would wake up and strap on my helmet
It protected my head which is now a T.V.
I am now made of clay
Sometimes i can hear you crying as i ‘sleep’
You don’t know it but i can
If i still had heart i would cry too
But now i cry only for me
Rather, for the death of me
For what used to be

 

Oakland Township, MI

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