Heart in a Box
Rushing through like waterfalls,
images in billions
struggle to erase all life,
just to form an empty sore reality.
Trapped in a call, lost, a fearless runaway
wondering when did the run begin.
A heart in a box of glass,
willingly or unwillingly,
eager for a change that never comes.
And life goes by, it goes by
as you look through the walls,
the walls of glass.
Dripping low like tears of joy,
memories of bygone days
stumble on a future life
where the floor takes place above mentality.
Fallen apart, now, the pieces run away
lingering not, while my time abides.
© The Lilac Tree Poetry, by Gabriel Romanos.