Thread: Hand-Me-Down

A hand-me-down heart with a faltering beat
and a wheezing breath that’s dumb.
Staggering slowly back to my feet,
what have you left me to become?

You left me a spirit, evaporating;
now drained to the dregs.

Did you ever think what road I’d drive?
Or if I’d even leave the lay-by
on the two collapsed lungs you left me for tyres?
I never did reach you that day before tears
fizzed out your dying eyes’ fires.


And all that’s left is a broken bottle,
that I tried to catch before it smashed.

One thing, who is the person in the poem talking about?

Besides that, short and sweet and very deep.