It's Clinical

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Oh, it’s such a long way down -

To the place my heart lives.

I try to bring it home.

Try to lift it higher up,

But it’s stubborn and fixed -

On the weight that wearies it.

The traumas press upon it like gravity.

I pick off the lint and pieces,

Of gravel that got kicked upon it.

I brush the dust off and try again,

But so stubborn it remains -

Firm and determined to stay low -

Focused on the past and the future,

Never embracing the moment.

No matter how I try, it never listens -

To the joy I try to impart,

To the deeply wounded,

And forever scarred and marred -

Heart that used to reside,

Within this hollow chest of mine.

I cry out for you to try,

But you’re too tired, too sore.

Leave me be, let me alone -

You cry out to me.

So, I let you rest in the dust,

And hope for the best,

Knowing full well as I do -

There’s just no coming back from this.

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