Who dunnit!

Who dunnit!

When the heart is

broken, left bleeding;

its definitely

an inside job.

Ripped from its moorings

drifting in the tears

of the swells

in sorrow and despair.

A hug from loneliness

 is no comfort in times,

when the heart

needs urgent repairs.

Sitting in the reclining chair,

the dentist with drill in hand asks.

" Is everything okay?"

He replied. " More pain please!"

Reviews

[ReedWrite]

I love this poem. It's different. The voice unique. The flow uncannily works...and I love the last line. "More pain, please!" Because isn't it true that when we hurt inside, we sometimes seek physical pain to drown out that anguish. Nice work here!

[andrew mitchell]

thank you ReedWrite and yes you got it!:):0