PASSING ON LOVE

As the dense smoke of ill decision lifts,
it becomes clear that a heavy heart is cumbersome.
Where once it danced lightly and entranced,

it now serves to be too clumsy and immense,
it pelts the senses like a wet sack of cement.
Heartbeats are reduced to a murmur,

they are reluctant to answer love’s call.
You can guess that all stray thoughts travel
to hell and back without a GPS.

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik

Poetic Asides – Prompt #395: Snap Decision

 

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