There Are Days Poem by Mark Heathcote

There are days your heart feels rotten to the core
And you want to blot out your parched teary eyes
That—only bleeds internally inside these dark skies.
Heart drumming lip-syncs missing a beat—sore!
There are nights with duct tape I want to bind-
It to a chair, question every fault.
And eventually, free it from its dim vault
Join you, you love & feel less self-maligned.

Join the rest of humankind, but I'm not…
'Fairweather friends' … come & go as you, please.
But love, forgive my idiosyncrasies
Why, because nothing lasts - everything-a-rot
'Stay a little while longer; so I might change
That I might, once again discover my old heart
Or should I say boyhood heart, another counterpart
I would give to you, love outspoken unfeigned'.