PATHOS
PATHOS


Recovering Heart 

Crying, 
pacing the floor, 
to a song, listening, 
crying, some more. 
Thinking, 
sadly of you, some more, 
suddenly wishing, 
I was dead, covered in gore. 
Watching, 
infatuation almost insane, 
always hurting, 
because you don't feel the same. 
Swallowing, 
each pain-killing, aspiring pill, 
hoping, 
eventually, that they'd kill. 
Sickening, 
too much to walk, 
embarrassing, 
too much to talk. 
Returning, 
crushed, but well, 
anger boiling, 
like water in hell. 
Waiting, 
wishing and watching, 
but knowing, 
grieving and loving. 

March 6, 1985 


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