A Poem by Stuart Dann
The heart that feels the piercing.
Of the cold spike of love’s denial.
Each beat taken that is all alone .
Torment’s the mind as though on trial.
The blood that pumps love’s tune .
Is the silence hidden by thunder.
To not be what it was meant to be.
Persecuted become mere thoughts in wonder.
Anguished the pain of corrosion.
Of the many choices I could make.
Severs the vein’s that would bind.
Instead desertion of the heart that will break.
The force of nature worries the command.
To move Into love’s needed submission .
Delicate becomes love’s trodden echoes .
Steadfast the footprint’s of those decisions .
To want to be the destined equality of one .
Two sparrows in a hurricane trying to find their way .
Neither one wanting to hurt someone else.
Trying to define in words their love
each day .
Realism’s of the true reality of distance .
Upon love’s calling where wings become paralysed.
The overdose unbearable of the speculative.
Where each piece of positivity is a heart despised.
The now emptied heart that once was overflowing .
Shallow lies the broken soul of a disclaimer .
Emotions unavoidable of love’s evaporation
No longer to remain your love’s chamber.
© Stuart Dann
