Friday, October 4, 2019

The Flower-Flop Interregnum.


Am I sick of the drama?
Do I want to dive back in?
The in-again, out-again
Can I see an opening?
You closed me up well enough
Sutured the wound against fester
Applied enough disinfectant
To let me know how much I wouldn't miss you
But the delusion lingers:
Do I still have love to give?
I guess it never ends,
While there's still a life to live
The fear lies in starting over,
Laying one's heart on the line
When it's so freshly broken
Chopped and steeped in brine
How do you give when you have nothing
How do you bring something to the table?
When the faith you put in life is gone?
You are willing but unable?
Hope seems a joke word
Charity far from the door
Strangers may look in
But they will be ignored
Can you start a heart up
That has been falsely stopped?
I guess its in the chest
Of the guest who knows best
As to whether love has flowered or flopped

© shaun patrick green 2019

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