White Heart

White heart
by: emjozar

The wound inside me starts to bleed,
It goes slowly, it hurts indeed.
Breathing is not easy, I still want to live!
I’m almost dead, will you believe?

Moments passed, I fell asleep,
Sorrowful stories was left on my lips,
I want to shout and stand up with my knees,
But I can’t even move any of my fingertips.

New day came and I woke up,
I’m feeling so weary but then I dressed up,
I walked thru the hill and rested myself on the top,
I can see everything as I can see the world map.

While resting, I closed my eyes,
I can feel my tears as I can feel my heart cries,
After several hours, I gradually opened my eyes,
I saw myself, sitting down the hill, beside the tree where it lies.

I cannot accept the reality that I’m about to depart,
I was so sad, leaving myself far apart,
I didn’t even feel to be loved by someone near to my heart,
I died, it ends, and leaves a book of memories from my white heart.