This Heart

This Heart
By D.G.

This Heart pumps blood like any other.
The resemblance is uncanny; size of a fist.
Yet, it feels like a fish out of water.
This Heart bleeds tears but no one hears.
Sometimes it balloons and just doesn’t fit.
Not even Lungs can protect this Heart from war.
Emotions are vying to claim their throne.
This Heart suffers; battered like mixed dough.
Till it dies, the battle won’t cease.
Oh, this poor little Heart.
Who will pity it?

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