Broken Bits

  
 Pain,
 A squeezing down
 Into nothingness,
 Into blackness,
 Into broken bits
 In the chest.
  
 Pain,
 A soreness remains after
 The squeezing fist
 Grinds down 
 These shards of glass,
 The broken bits,
 This blackness
 Into nothingness
 That began long ago. 
 A damage
 Left of childhood
 Whimpers.
  
 Pain,
 The squeezing down
 Of a nightmare
 And 
 The leaking valve
 Of this hole 
 In my chest.