Pull out a rib, snapping a finger.
Divert the pain, do not let it linger.
The heaviness pulls like a planet of sorrow.
Flickering at times, but returns again tomorrow.
When did this all get to heavy to hold?
When did the hurt turn as heavy as gold?
The tears fall like lumps of lead.
Splashing on skin, little emotions now dead.
Leaving me soaking and covered in despair.
The alchemy of hope, now no longer there.
Havoc and Consequence 
So lovely and poignant!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful wistful language here, sprinkled with such vivid imagery. So much conveyed in such brief lines!
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Thank you Tom, the brevity was the challenge but the aim with this one.
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A thoroughly absorbing poem, and I adored the vastness of mood created by this line
“The heaviness pulls like a planet of sorrow.”
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Glad you liked this one, and this line was more alliterated to start with but sorrow seems to fit more roundly there. Thank you for giving it some time.
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My pleasure.
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Like the question ..when did hurt turn as heavy as gold? A big gold nugget of truth in that question … Just have to find the right place to covert it into currency you can use …🙂
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That is true, the weight of the lesson learned maybe. But sometimes, it’s too heavy to carry alone.
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You are really never alone. It can feel like it though sometimes.
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With the sound of silence.
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Gorgeous.
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Thank you, was a simple one.
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