Tired Heart

The broken glass cuts me as it falls to the floor...

Perhaps a slight pain in my chest; maybe more...

My arm goes numb; is that OK?

Just leave me alone here where I lay...

It's so hard to breathe in this thick air...

Please help me up to sit in the chair...

Don't call 911 or make a fuss...

A hospital seems so superfluous...

It's probably nothing; I'll be alright...

Just go away! Sorry to be impolite...

I'll go see a doctor if my pain gets worse...

At the very least, I'll go see the nurse...

Where are you going? Can't you see my distress?

I have people to see and sins to confess...

My heart is giving; can't you see?

Promise to bury me under the old oak tree...