A young summer day
The boy with wide arms embrace
Reached out to kiss his sweet mother’s face
Yet busy was she, and she pushed him away
In The Fall many years passed,
A vibrant young girl
Caught the eye of the strong and growing boy.
His heart reached out with wide and hopeful embrace,
Yet busy was she.
Busy was she.
Busy was she, knowing what
Other boys could bring;
With what she could do come Spring
Now the boy, strong and strait, did seek to
overcome his wrenching heart. ‘This is irrational,
and surely rational am I.’
Thus, with a shield forevermore wielded in hand,
The boy set out on a cold and rational path.
Faintly did he know
That his entire being would soon be destroyed.
God, curse that day! That day
When with a decisive blow
My head conquered my heart.
Nevermore to listen to my broken heart.
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PoetryDepressing Poems, caution, trigger warnings possible. Feel free to critique, any feedback helps me out with improving.
