Angina

My heart is broken
and doesn't work like it should.
It has set itself against me
and is searching for a place
to die.
I think it is tired and wants
to lay down for a while.
It thinks this sarade has gone on too long,
this parade has gone on too long.
It is tired of marching,
tired of keeping the beat
and marking time.
My heart and I
are no longer friends.
I fear one day it will turn on me,
attack me,
and that will be the end
           
                                                                                   - for both of us.