A Marble Heart

Once again, finding self passed over, sitting alone, not daring to speak out on any subject. Regretting the silence which hangs over me, faltering, not knowing anything. Life has turned upside down and I have fallen out, no doubts that everywhere I step, loneliness will echo down the hall. Quaking across this mind, memories spill out, forgetting that they are hurting inside. Bringing to my knees all the while, sensing an end of self, being human does not leave much room for taking things in stride. However small, unkindness is a dirty word to an already aching heart. Stamping upon the ground lightly, keeping anger in control, does nothing much, except to keep me from feeling it. Forever on, this heart is chiseled from a marble headstone, laid here, yet no longer vulnerable. No longer able to contain any feeling, my marble heart sits upon a grave.