Palpitating Organ

When the pain descends to the inner depths and reaches to attach to the organ we call heart,

It’s not long after, like an adrenaline rush, it shifts with uneasiness, ready to erupt like a volcano. 

The remnants of its blazes, reaches like a knot in the throat, trying to swallow it quickly before they appear on the outer surface of my body. 

The eyes, I aim have been untouched and unsensed from the inner turmoils, keeping them dry, and viewing them to make sure they have been unchanged. 

No sadness.

No tears.

No Redness.

Until all alone, all gushes forth, pouring out, what I held; 

what I call pain. 



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62 thoughts on “Palpitating Organ

      1. Aaww yes very true, therefore keep writing and never give up.
        We are walking a rocky path, we need to keep walking regardless of its hardships, the path will eventually become smoother.

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    1. Thank you Sundershana, greatly appreciate your kind feedback.
      Our emotions are what keeps us human, and keeps on the ground. There’s nothing wrong with feeling sad or crying, it doesn’t even make you weak. It’s how you deal with the situation itself and allowing yourself to grow, reflects your true inner strength.

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      1. Hard because it brings up feelings of pain…your word choices and style beautifully create how pain feels. And pain is almost impossible to describe.

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