Damaged Heart Poem by THEODORE MOSLEY

Your flesh is the playground of things that you want that you don't need.

It will take you on a journey that no one can tell you to depart from.

You are wiser than the wisest; you are your own worst enemy.

Light has passed from you and darkness has become the vocal point of your mind.

Your days of understanding are outweighed by the nights of creative sensations.

The inclusions of your thoughts are based upon the touches of her pleasures for you.

In the innocence of time you become entangled in her web of lies and deceit.

What once were dreams of innovative decisions are now nightmares of I am so sorry.

The eyes of wondering days have entrapped you with nights of unrealistic lust.

Thoughts of her happiness at home have drowned in the idea of yesterday's heart of love.

Infused by the words of butter from her lips you become lost in her flesh.

Holding onto nothing of substance the mind is swayed from the light of true safe haven.

You believe the motions of the night with blind kisses of promises.

The realization of your fantasy has your heart damaged; love beareth all things.


Written by Theodore Mosley
September 27,2017