ZIGZAGS IN THE MIDDLE

So unique for having this zigzag in the middle
Forming like a lightning before the thunder
This makes me fragile to whatever
Thanks to this my life will never be longer

Just one unmindful action
There will be no signs of breathing
Raising my hand
If weakness is what you are searching

This jagged line is a connection
Of a whole nearly divided into two
A single carelessness
Will make my life through

Your heart has no zigzags
Because it will not break
My heart has plenty of it
That blood will sooner or later spurt

Is there a chance for my heart to be mended
Like lightning, it strikes my heart at the very end
From the base to the apex, it hurts me
This delicate organ will soon be empty