The Jar Heart

I set aside a time to rage

In blue on my calendar

I said I would feel bad for thirty minutes

and go on with life right after

I said I would run faster

And the noise would die down

My feet against the pavement

The ruin of solid ground.

Compartmentalize and detract

put your damn heart in a jar

Keep it there until it runs its course

Encase it in jellied tar

Take the panic from the moment

Instead, leave a hole in your chest

Because at least this way

You’ll maybe get some rest

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Panicked

A Short Conversation is a collection of stories, thoughts, and general musing. I like to write like I'm slamming a door; loudly, and with purpose.

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