Head to Heart

So, yeah, I'm sitting here, uneasy,
On a dreary winter Sunday morning
Wishing for a host of things I'm
Half-convinced I ought to have:
I should have used my four days
Off to fly away to Mexico to
Feel the heat and watch the ocean;
I wish weather here was warmer;
I could ride my new, red bike;
I wish that Ariel would speak;
And that I didn't feel so sick.
The knowledge that I won't live
Long is not something that bothers
Me. What does is growing feebleness.
If I'm to die, then kill me now,
You bloated, inefficient heart.
If I'm to live, then straighten up.
It's bad enough to be stuck here
In dreary cold, without my love.
I don't need lack of oxygen to
Add to my unease.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-12 at 15:56

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