This Heart Is Affixed To A Dying Animal

http://www.napowrimo.net/ Day Eight

"Ottava Rima for the eighth"

an "eight-line stanza of iambic pentameter, with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-a-b-c-c"

This Heart Is Affixed To A Dying Animal

I wake-up in the morning and open the blinds—

I wonder why my whole world is gray.

There’s sad and sullen paint smeared across the sky.

I haven’t seen blue skies for days.

Death, O Death, I want to feel Light

clean my skin before it's too late.

This ol Heart means most to me,

but it must die before I'm free.