Heart of Clay

In the night, my maker came,
He took my raw and aching heart,
And in its space, he placed a lump,
A lump of cold and oozing clay.

Still wet, grey, hard, scooped up from out
The cold, cold earth. It sits here in
The vacant space which my heart filled.
And all I feel is this cold lump.

It's heavy, stiff, it weighs me down.
Grey water oozing, dripping down.
And where's my heart? That mystery.
It's somewhere I can't find today.