Bum Ticker

Suddenly, this bastard heart
No longer threatens. It rebels.
Like one woman I have mentioned.
It wants nothing more with me,
And, so, I pant. I feel it pound.
The slightest effort leaves me
Weak and with an aching head.
It sounds as if I need the knife,
A masked assailant who can
Reach inside me and subdue
The thing. Bastard heart!
I've lost the woman. Why
Would you now leave?



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-09-28 at 20:23

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