Smiling as I hop into my ride
Seems I have nothing to hide,
Truth is I have been dealt a blow
Beat down countless times in a row,
My heart is tattered; callous
Of love unworthy treacherous,
I pop in the first CD at hand
So used it's scratched like sand,
The rhythm gets a hold of me
Guiding me into another reality,
The words stab at my heart
A bull’s-eye for each line a dart,
I feel short of breath
As if in the grip of death,
Salty tears stream from my eyes,
****** taste to my lips a guise,
******* is I as the tracks play
The flogging continues as I parlay,
To listen until the very end
Peace to my soul may heaven send,
The memories of you fresh
In my mind; several a mesh,
Blinding me from the realization
You are gone; a sudden revelation...
© okpoet