28 September 2014

from my chest

ripped out a page from my history

my indiscretions shrouded in mystery

heart beating a cathartic rhythm

out of nowhere you suddenly attack

and leave behind a wall of scar tissue

wrung cupid's neck 'til the bones snapped

it felt better knowing love's not an issue

dry and empty, my heart withers to black

Acrostic Poem
 Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince
Love is a Four Letter Word

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