I choke on the morgue
That coils my heart.
Tightened by the bloody strings
Of veins, turned red, in the dark.
So I am beat.
Posted by Pinkjumpers in Poetry Tags: art, depression, Life, Literature, Love, personal, Poetry, relationships
Tokoni O. Uti
March 21, 2015 at 7:00 pm
Whats this about?
March 21, 2015 at 7:09 pm
Thank you for the like!
The poem is about how the pain from love and relationships can stay with us… the heart can act like a morgue for dead hopes and betrayal even to the point that it can distort future relationships.
In that case, we are literally ‘beaten’ by our hearts. Coincidently a word play for how our hearts are said to beat.
Perhaps not the cheeriest poem one may come across today!
March 21, 2015 at 7:11 pm
But very emotional and indepth
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March 21, 2015 at 7:21 pm
Thank you. 🙂
Your blog is very lovely. Thank you for sharing.
March 21, 2015 at 7:22 pm
But our passion can be resurrected-quite apt for this time of year 🙂
March 22, 2015 at 12:06 am
Hugs Pink xx
Miss Book Thief
October 1, 2015 at 3:07 pm
Love this. 🙂
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