Oh no POEM

A poem, part of The 2nd Burden Anthology.

Oh no. 

To be honest, the way I'm feeling

right now, that could be the whole poem - 

yet, let me elucidate. Let's start from

the beginning; I tried to lock away 

the beating drum that binds me to this

wretched thing called hope. A heavy

heart is best kept alone in the dark, 

there where I will not hear its tender

sobbing. I have no use for such an 

expensive thing, the burden of the 

restless wings that seek turbulent 

heavens. 

So why? 

Why did you come along with that

aching song and let the miserable 

beast stir, go strong. The numbing 

that I nourished it, retreats in the wake

of the wonderful world of your 

sapphire eyes that speak whole galaxies

and leave me to stammer. Clamour - ing

the whole f*****g thing has defied 

the cage I built for it. 

It's too late, the cat's out the bag. 

Now I have to deal with the fear, 

the not-quite-knowing... 

oscillating between yes and no. 

My mind an errant rollercoaster, 

the cart jumping giddily off the 

tracks. 

Oh no. 

F**k this. 

Reviews

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

I am reminded as a "heartbroken" we build a cage around it so that it will not break again or fall for some unworthy heart. Yet we don't really control its wants and needs once attraction comes around and peeks our curiosity once more. All we can do is allow the wisdom of our inner monologs to give warning to our impending doom. But as they say...the heart wants what the heart wants. And we fall hopelessly all over again. This insightful poem reminds me of that war we have within ourselves over love. Thank you for sharing your art.

[C Peril]

Carlos, I can't tell you how glad I am that someone took the time to leave a review. Thank you so much.

'Yet we don't really control its wants and needs once attraction comes around and peeks our curiosity once more' - you're absolutely right, there seems to be such a fundamental disconnect between the mind and heart sometimes, and the word 'war' is the perfect description of the interaction between the two; I've found that the mind can never subjugate the unruly, uncompromising heart though, and when it does, the victory seems to be a Pyrrhic one.

Hope you're well,

C.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Depression and anxiety; stupefaction and irrationality, insecurity and sheer terror; these are just a few on the long list of symptoms of love. Great write.