Sickly Heart Poem by David N. Munene

Sickly Heart



Oh heart, my heart!
Why do you get so hurt?
Suffering like it’s Armageddon
Won’t you just get on?
You are aware you aren’t deserving
Of the precious love you are serving
Yet you won’t let go
Of the one who makes a river flow
A river of untold, undefined pain
You are bruised like dust by rain
You weep without tears
In your aorta you ferry fears
Like a hose pipe fighting fire
But you get consumed like a burning tyre
The one you love grinds
With a spell that binds
Yet you still love without doubt
The brain aids you to shout
Its arteries only throb
Turned and twisted like a jammed knob
This is the love of your life
Who puts you through passionate strife
Who cannot stop messing you up
Even when you get stolen by nap
Nightmares follow you in day
Yet you haven’t another way
But to accept the sorries
And stuff it in your worries
For this is not the first time
You will still hurt some time
So deal with the pain, sweet heart
And continue loving like you never ever hurt

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David N. Munene

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Kalimoni, Kenya
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