Lay Down My Pain

Every once in awhile I get a burst of inspiration and write a poem in about a minute. These inspirations don't happen too often, and they last about that one minute, and if I don't start writing in an instant, the inspiration dies. It's annoying, but the best poems are born that way. Here's one of these minute-poems:

Lay Down My Pain

I lay down my pain

place these broken pieces on my bed

My eyes are wide open,

but my soul is asleep

I shatter on the sheets,

piece by piece

This world has taken the best of me

Tired

I am not on the outside

Worn out on the inside

I lay at rest this aching heart

I no longer recognize as mine