Pounding, beating, striking hard

Relentless force, crushing, jarred

Unending, constant, take no breath

Wearing down, to point of death

 

My bludgeoned heart, still pulsating

Throbbing pulp, strength is waning

Your threats overt and sometime veiled

Lies and slander will not prevail

 

This heart of mine has loved on love

You kept at bay, by your pounding club

Diminishing, love does not

Heart’s black and blue, though, hide a lot

 

4/12/2016

Gina Marie