They say that the 'heart is heavy'

And I think I've figured out why.

Tears are shed and quickly absorbed,

When the heart begins to cry.

Logically, I know, without a doubt,

Tears are supposed to stream from one's eyes.

So why is it, when one despairs

It is the heart that silently cries?

Your chest constricts, you can't seem to breathe.

There's a python wrapped around you, with a deadly hug

Its squeezing, its crushing, its unrelenting :

It's faith's most ultimate test.

When you're finally let free, your heart is mangled,

Bruises scattered, covering every space.

Suddenly you need the python back,

Just to keep your heart in place.

'Why?' People ask. It's hard to say

Why one can't escape this saddened state.

It's as complicated as a game of chess,

Queen to D5, checkmate.

And so I say, 'My heart is heavy'

Let me explain to you just why.

Tears shed are quickly absorbed.

Everytime my heart begins to cry.