Rage
If the heart was a chest
or a coffin
then it would be easy not to breath at nights
It would be easy not to mind
the heavy thoughts
and just lie
peacefully calm
unaware of the darkness
that sneaks around
through the corridors of one tired mind
If the heart was a bucket
or a glass
it wouldn’t be hard to take this sadness out
and pour it
all over the thirsty ground
that would soak it up
and take this pain away
– for a while
If the grief was a weed
I would rip it out
from the land of my heart
I would put it on the trial of life
and force it
to shiver on its own
And then I would burn it
Making the parasite finally
die
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© Eclipse 2017
EclipseOfTheMoon 
It has been over a year dear Eclipse.. Know you are often in my thoughts.. Love and Light to you. ❤
This was a soulful piece Eclipse.. So much Rage, and so much grief are abound..
And I felt the pain of your words..
Sending Love and hopefully some Peace to you..
And So pleased to see a post from you, and hope you are well Eclipse..
Love and Blessings sent to you..
Sue ❤