The Void of a Heart (poetry)

The cold void fills the heart, 

Never again to beat out of tune, 

It goes on like a machine;

A robot with not a single want. 

Glass shatters, stabbing into the heart, 

The tiny shards cut like daggers, 

The heart shakes;

The pattern lost. 

It beats strangely,

Letting off beats of anxiety and doubt, 

Attaching to something for once, 

After years of solitude, 

It finds something;

It wants something. 

It won't stop, 

It will never beat the same again, 

Once so repetitive, 

Now so unpredictable, 

And it needs that thing, 

And will do whatever it takes, 

To grab it and keep it safe.