Crevice of my heart

by Caleb Kolenich
(Bellaire,Ohio, United States)

I can personally see it through...
It doesn't matter to me..
As much as it means to you..

I'm being ...
I'm being alone...
I'm a rocking backwards...
Falling into the abstractions...

The narrow crevices of my heart ... The spot of dark in the blankest part..

I thank you for your kind reaction!..
I feel built tension has arose...
Keep your mind closed...
Closure is at it's best..

Put yourself to sleep...
I'm putting myself to rest. .

I'm being ...
I'm being alone...
I'm a rocking backwards...
Falling into the abstractions

Crevices of my heart.
Into the deepest
And darkest part.....
It's the closest to thing to having a heart..

It's having feeling ..
And having fun..
Winning a war..
Without a gun...