Heart in Your Pocket

You come,

even though the night

refuses to obey,

although it speaks its own language.

You are all woven of thorny shadows,

with the fist

of a foreign heart

in your pocket.

Your silence

is full of wasted memories.

You look ugly in that smile,

you should finally clean up here.

Bring unnecessary thoughts

to the attic,

cover them tightly

with a thick layer of oblivion.

Do not irritate life,

it can be dangerous.

Do not take away my dreams

of naive death, do not deprive me

of the punch line

of this unfinished poem.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am still absorbing this one...it is so damn good, and your endings have such thrust, the reader cannot ignore thoughts of the poems long after reading.
Looking ugly in a smile....well, deceit is ruination of love.
maybe in the attic, they can collect dust and be forgotten, in the attic of our heart...
we will always know they are there.
I think as poets, we are all works in progress.
j..

[Katarzyna Anna Koziorowska]

Thank you for such an extensive review of my poems. Your opinion is very important to me. I'm glad that my work caught your attention. This motivates me to keep writing. Thank you again for your comprehensive comments. Have a nice day!