Time To Think Poem by John Sensele

Seldom does Cupid's arrow strike heart batches
So hard as to strip them of the power
To stand on their own two feet without recourse to a pair of clutches
Whose wheels come unstuck, undone every hour

Hearts breathe fast and lay a wreath as if in a trance
Felt so deeply that hearts tremble and stumble
At high celerity translated into a muffled dance
Where adrenalin races faster and mumbles

Incongruous words discounted by Twitter
Whose one hundred and forty word limit
Cuts short room for a sound expression meter
That stifles freedom of expression to greet

A straitjacket imposed and juxtaposed on a virtual
Emotional prisoner billed and filled with a void spiritual.