Heart Of It - Poem by Lance Uppercutt
Hurry on to pass i ask, my lonely only wish
A humble re-quest of a 'yes' and such is only this
Underscored with denotation to emphasize assist
One word written nervously a one word note 'insist'
For my wish not implies disguise cried aloud in plea
Stripped, exposed, deprived of stitch postured down to knee
Pushing, adding, shouting meaning to prevent
My worry watch and wild thoughts from wildly careening
As wild as a wild horse force events and changes course
To premature manic acts panicked by the source
Safe me to the sun and hide behind the holy mean of morning
Protect of implements to stow again and those that signal warning.
My imagination's fist that I am right as I am hoping
Is applying all this pressure that my brain has failed at doping
And making hard with coping of this self supplied tension
Of a grip that ever tightens from a muscled apprehension
And no sedation satisfaction crippling timed reaction
Re-solve stumble focus fall in short supply of traction
To snuff intention of most foul of guided heart of sick
Of crumbling house, its crumbling ethics, and crumbling of its brick.
This night of warmth, the loved, the little and of our embrace
Allowing guidance of our guard to suspend as is the race
A cozy hearth shared in part with a creeping sour of taste
At its worst a smalling smile tales a quasi grateful face
And excitement looking toward the morning in snuggled gown capped in
Shiver down the spine thinking thoughts that 'it' could happen
Under covers, try not peaking seeking shelter from the notion
Flooding me, encroaching thee this blackened poison ocean
Of 'it' and what 'it' means that unnerving 'it' that doesn't sit so well
To turn the tide and water down, beguiling swollen swell.
Lengthy is the hose on the vacuum sucking suffering soul so empty
When riches wealth so finely dealt by pairing soul and heart so aptly
No fine a marriage ever carriaged and so succinctly unioned
A beating soul whose heart has meaning distinctly one so human'd
An act of black, an act so low leaves soul lest lack of understanding
One without an offset amount returns command of other one demanding
Giving thought gives it credence, exsanguinates heart to cease the beating
Without one the other is leading, seeding a corruption so invasively entreating.
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