Heavy Heartburn

I couldn't be anymore

removed from someone

most people

never part from.

 

The phone rings

and burns a small hole

in my pocket

as I relunctantly refrain

from continued mental pain.

 

A time will come,

as the clock continues to spin,

where the burn

won't have to be ignored.

 

I fear, when time runs out

I'll find a new scar

on my heart

where the fire will stay

until the clock comes for me.

 

After spending half of one

lifetime dodging insanity maybe

an unextinguisable heartburn

won't be so bad.

Reviews

[Courtney]

wow. i really liked this one. and i see that you've been writing a lot! good job. i can really relate to the confusion in this poem. good job.

p.s. email me back! hehe.