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