Echoes in Heartchambers

There’s an echo in my lower heart chamber,

I say, as I reach for a pen, intending to write my sorrows away,

But instead, I bleed words forever I will remember.

I am the one it will dismember,

I say, trying to think of anything else, but like every day,

There’s an echo in my lower heart chamber.

They never leave me, not even in my slumber.

I keep on writing to forget, to drive these memories astray,

But instead, I bleed words forever I will remember.

It began one morning in early December,

After that miserable day, I woke early only to say,                                      

There’s an echo in my lower heart chamber.

What am I feeling, confined in this bedchamber?

My heart floods, I can hear it, each vein your words replay.

There’s an echo in my lower heart chamber.

I have tried everything in order to not remember,  

Yet I am stuck with this feeling, this echo, a warning of my ongoing decay. 

I know this, but I still try to forget that December, 

But instead, I bleed words forever I will remember.