Sunday, February 23, 2014

Broken Valentine

Broken Valentine
By Nomar Knight

I hold a cane
To explain the pain
Grimacing, panting
As if age is ranting
But truth be told
It’s not growing old
That bothers me
More an ache you can’t see

Staleness escapes my pores
A hollowed emptiness implores
By circumstance or chance
Keeps us from our dance
Can’t let on
It hurts that you’re gone
Come soothe me
Make us happy

Fits of laughter keep
A darkened soul so deep
Hiding from prying eyes
Drowning in a pool of lies
How much longer will this last?
Will it ever come to pass?
Be mine Valentine
Cut through sordid vines

Time is a heartless brute
Stomping on desire for truth
Allow love to bloom
Not like a bomb’s boom
But an angel’s choir
Filled with hungry desire
Until you’re set free
We’ll linger in misery

©2014 Nomar Knight. All rights reserved.
A Nomar Knight Poem.