Torn Poem by Barry Blander

Now, no longer can I bear the clamor
Of dissonant drums beating the schism
Between heart, mind, ambition and wisdom;
Between safe love's bay and lure of glamour
I can't make sentences, only stammer
Away love went and sent me to prison;
Felt the chilled blood leave my veins;
Flow crimson. Do not hurt me again in this manner.
My heart torn in two, an old newspaper
She stumbled across one day on her way home.
Is my love insubstantial as wafer?
Hot tears scald my heart, hot tears write this poem.
Is one or the other answered prayer?
Or is it perhaps best to be alone?