Bittersweet Poem by Mark Heathcote

How weary, a foot can be, placed
one following another
each one a brother slightly splayed
one following another
but never, truly together.

How, easily can a mind be spliced
torn roughly apart
like a peach from its stone—sacrificed.
Ripped roughly apart
but never, with a total, disregard.

How tiresome, a heart can beat.
Breath after breath
not finding a moments breath replete
breath after breath
brimming, full but yet full of conceit.

Heavy like golden ears of wheat
we hang our heads
as if life were something obsolete
we hang our heads
thou others are no less bittersweet.