Patient HeartA Poem by p lawrence Time and denial.
A patient heart never tires,
as it sees all is yet possible, dare believes all eternally imminent, as it skillfully contorts the truth, happily feeding the delusion until the heart finally beats irregularly, straining from ages of neglect, famished from the absence of reciprocity, the denial unearthed, rendering the muscle damaged, no longer capable of the largesse which had long infused hope, the brittle harmony broken, leaving only the memory of what might have been. © 2020 p lawrence |
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p lawrenceNJAboutThanks for stopping by. I live just outside of New York City where I write short stories, flash fiction and occasional prose poetry. I've been fortunate to have both my short fiction and prose poetry .. more..Writing
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