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.
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