what sprouts from the darkness (1)

the broken lights in my mind
have lead me to this ground
slowly I fall to my knees in the dirt
clasping the dirt without a sound

I tear my heart open
fill the dirt with the dark inside
I put dirt over it to let it grow
and feel the feeling subside...

I forget about the place
until I walk past it one day
as a small dark sprout
is slowly making its way

I take it home and open
my soul to reveal the shard
the plant clutches on to it
tearing out the darkness of my heart