I carry a burden
I bear a pain
My chest heaves out and in.
I search for slumber, but sorrow
seeps in.
my pupils remain dry like the
Sahara.
When a tear or two represents
release.
My thoughts assume aimless
tirade,
Staring at the dark ceiling
Listening to love-talk on the
Fm.
Still, you dominate the
occupation of my musings.
I’ve lost desire to partake in the
nightly norm.
I’ve been gifted with hurt, and I
loathe her guts
I toy back and forth with the
details of my affliction,
I swing the blames between our
names.
I’m too manly to bear this
feminine state.
I tell myself, but I fear it’s late.
I yearn for closure, or a bit of
escape.
Yet, even that, the elements
starve me.
Is this my portion of the whore
named ‘heartbreak?
Was I in love and didn’t
recognize her?
Now, I’m antsy, I sit up.
I scramble to my feet, and pace
the passage.
The snores of the household
brings forth reality.
I’m frozen to a spot as it dawns
on me.
The impossible has seen light.
The Jews have been bested in
battle.
I’ve been in love, and now she’s
gone
I’m left with heartbreak.
The bride of a love gone sour.
