Poem- My Heart Hurts

my heart hurts as I read poetry

my heart hurts when I imagine all the greatness I have not read

my heart hurts as I lay in my bed

and imagine where my life is going.

the tears that refuse to fall from my eyes

stemming from literature, or is this a lie

I push on myself I do like to read

and yet I am in a program that would value studying seeds

over the haunting words of Sylvia Plath.

this isn’t a joke, this is my life

I don’t know where I’m ending, I only know where I am heading,

my heart hurts.




This entry was published on July 19, 2014 at 1:46 pm and is filed under Poetry. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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