Heart of Clay

With heavy breath
I was left to panic.
How unfortunate
are my fortunes?
How uncertain
are the uncertainties?

She gave a bellow,
My mind could not take the blow.
My heart went low
and slow,
Letting my very last air elope.

This is a decade long delay,
How long do I face this decay?
When my heart
is only a flesh of clay.

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