Unable
My heart is lost
In places worn
Pieces torn
By time’s thorns
Love comes uneasy
To one so unsettled
By an alien thought
Yet so readily bought
Time and time unfold
Different ways I hurl
Myself into tragedy and pain,
neglected into infamy
Blood dribbles down my back
The words on this book black
The victims decidedly fine?
Yet mine, the line, oh my mind
It is a crack past the edge
Is it their images bathed
In my self loathed wine
Making all seem fine
In my mind, when I am not.
12/5/21 – Andy McRae
Pointed Hearts
Pointed at my heart
A dagger thrust could start
A war over that very part
Pins lodged in my head, hurt
But the blood trickling down
Pools at the foot of my bed
Silent muffled sounds echo
Laughing giggles, roaring should
All in contrast of the whisper
A galaxy spinning in the dark
The part where I missed the spark
Now I wonder, alone, in the park
Head wounds open to the world
I close myself off from the rest
And die from distress
3/28/21 – Andy McRae
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