Posted in Poetry

Heart Unforgotten

broken and bleeding

on the edge of the abyss

a heart,

to which we give meaning, 

but has no other place,nor duty than this

and, in its definition

makes the strongest collapse

like corpses rotting

into dust

that lost and long forgotten thing

which by all rights has found its place in senselessness

is bound and bound again

to that which it has no correlation

the heart and its duties

are just that and even less

no more than a key

to our destruction



Life is a strange state of being, if you could even call it that. It's honestly quite a bit larger than I expected. I am not very good at introductions, so I suppose I will start with a generic hello. I am Mi_Chan, or, at least, that is one of the many names the people closest to me call me by. I created this website back in high school for a creative writing class, and have found it to be a good place to store away my thoughts. I enjoy writing poetry and short stories, and am currently working on a novel.

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