Beats Me Poem by Bryan Alexander
Beats Me
fighting this burning
my fingers are yearning
to twist this blade
inside your heart
or what it used to be
used to beat for me
now it just beats me
there was no sin unforgivable
I picture a strangers lips
pressing against yours
lips that were once home to me
you're a thief
a stranger a lover
a lie
i like the word play and the rhythm. betrayal expressed beautifully!
very well-written poem, you can really express yourself. good job.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/16/2024 4:53:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Bryan, well done...I like the knife imagery and especially 'lips that were once home to me' ah, forelonging, always a good muse. (Just wanted to correct a common spelling mistake (hope u don't mind) Your a thief, should read You're a thief (You are) Keep writing, as you get older, more pain will follow (hopefully joy too) but the pain will help you write more...(Bukowski is my fave poet too)