Take It Away


This isn’t really a standard poem, but there is a slight symmetry and rhythm. But hey – not all poems follow the rules – just like me. Enjoy.

What is love?

Is it something you feel?

An emotion you can let go?

A fleeting thought.

A memory with
nothing to show.

A ring.

A piece of paper.

A note on the floor.

A fleeting emotion

I can’t feel anymore.

My heart breaks everyday.

A pain that makes its stay.

It bleeds.

It aches.

It screams.

It pleads.

This pumping machine.

Begs to rip at the seams.

My thoughts are torture.

My heads threatens to implode.

It drains.

It lies.

It threatens.

It dreams.

These pulsing electrodes.

Shocking me with every tear.

I don’t want it.

This thing I feel.

Take it.

Burn it.

Cut it.

Kill it.

Now.

This excruciating emotion,

Called love. 

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Posted on April 4, 2015, in Surprise Saturday and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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