My heart is not broken, merely sprained
you would think the pain’d soon abate.
But I’ve hidden my weakness for so long now
that I mistook your love for hate.
It is an illusion, I want to shout,
a chimera and nothing more!
A mythical beast, causing anguish and hurt,
leaves you lonely, curled up on the floor!
I broke the seal on my jar of pain,
and the loneliness welled out.
Erratic, my thoughts now everywhere,
darkness towers within and without.
The raven’s beak keeps picking at me
as the days grow dark and chill.
My reserves are draining and before long
my corpse will be cold and still.
I’m in a right old mood today, and this fits it perfectly. Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and the Wordle #7 prompt, where the words are: Jar, Seal, Erratic, Reserve, Sprain, Chimerical, Anguish, Beak, Lonely, Tower, Chill and Abate.