(I wrote this a while back as part of a writing exercise in prose for someone suffering anxiety, but now, I think it works better in poetry. At least I hope it does. Give me feedback, honestly, I don’t mind.)
Heaven may fall
Ahead lies a path never trekked before
behind I’ve left memories of old.
Now, in this presence I lay alone
cuddled in a ball.
I pull my knees close,
holding them together, or were they holding me?
In the cold empty bed, engulfed by loneliness
I shed tears.
Blame me not for my fear of the world,
it was the reason I turned from love.
I seem the same as before, but beneath
there’s a shadow of a heart, broken and forlorn.
As I lay here,
my heaven may fall.