Derek Fitzpatrick

Rookie (August 6th 1992)

Love - Poem by Derek Fitzpatrick

The sun beats down
With a tribal sound
Onto Love's bloody battlefield,
The Knight of Chivalry,
Swings his sword at will,
But he's dropped his battleshield.

There was once a beautiful garden..
All wounds aren't clocks,
Time can't repair all,
Their hands don't heal.

My veins grind,
Like a million snakes fighting
For their last meal.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 9, 2012

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