The Moment Of Notice

I am unaware of the fact that I care.
I am to scared to see what it is that I am lacking;
yet beware if I give notice because I am too close to gaining.
Deep down I am starving for something more,
instead I am carving my heart out to let that more in.
How I long for it, but now I cannot feel.
It's to late to go back to try and pick up my slack
for the things that truly mattered and
in the end I am not flattered.
Is there a way to keep my heartless heart from beating?
The space in my chest is suffocating me,
while the lack of sound is penetrating through the space.
Phases have come and gone taking with it more muscles,
atrophying me.
Still I wonder while my body thunders,
"Is there a way of keeping my heartless heart from beating?"
Because I am not done fighting!
Now I call out to the heart I carved out.
This time I choose to sacrifice for the gaining.
I am done contemplating for the History that I am making,
for it has already been victory.

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