Anger Pangs Poem by John Sensele

Sometimes, departures of partners save hearts sutures
For partners ordained by God never scram when heat rises.
Partners stick around and pound challenges to face futures
With determination and affection regardless of any awaiting surprises.

Sometimes, hearts place a higher premium on parts
Messed up and stressed beyond reason by disappearing filaments
Who appear one second, disappear the next second as quarts
Of divine libation they suck from victims on whom they heap laments.

Sometimes, illusions and delusions spring into view
Deceiving hearts into believing they've landed a heart of gold
Held in a glittering package on a stage with a queue
Of blues searching for a landfill where to grow a stranglehold.

Sometimes, willingness to grant too much benefit to doubts
Felt and spelt early in an encounter boomerangs
As stealth of hand and other bags of tricks cultivate gouts
That can't cure but endure to leave a trail of anger pangs.