Blissful Deliverance

I heard the sickening sound my heart squishing under the squealing of tires.
Heard its mute, desperate cry for help… pumping… pumping…
Try to fight the inevitability of oblivion.
Attempting to run… knowing it can never move.

Still…Damn thing just wouldn’t give up
With its last thump
It wouldn’t let go
Unable to accept rest
Unwilling to see the relief that only death could bring.

What a stupid small thing… the heart… my heart
Existing solely for the joy of others
Unselfish
A puritan martyr

And my soul… awaits the merciful hands of death
My poor, tired soul… trying to reason with my stubborn heart.

“Let’s make it easy on ourselves. Let’s not fight a useless fight.”

But the heart wouldn’t see. It is blind.
Wouldn’t listen. It is deaf.
Wouldn’t run. It has no legs.
Its impotency is quite frustrating.

But no matter how hard it fought. How desperately it struggled…
The wheel of fortune, in its cold, uncaring superiority
Ran ruthlessly through my heart…
Ultimately bringing silence and blissful deliverance.

April 12, 2006 2:05 pm