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The Persistent Poem - A

Yesterday, my heart felt a little tapping Coming from the inside, a friendly rapping It grew strong then weak, refreshed then weary Sometimes ordinary, sometimes eerie So I opened the door and looked inside Looked past the smiles I've held and the tears I've cried Right above where passions subside I found a poem, cowering, yet untried I tenderly tried to draw it out Coax turned to order turned to shout It simply sat there, unwilling to confide Right above where passions subside "Fine!" I yelled to it "Stay there" I spared it one last snarl and a glare And marched out with quite some flare Marched out of the poem's lair Locked my heart up behind me Completely unable to foresee The continued tapping of that rhyme A rap at every clock and chime So I decided to ignore it, unable to perceive Exactly how unwilling it was to leave Today, I woke up with a pain in my chest Felt it as I brushed my teeth, as I got dressed To be honest, I was quite impressed This poem didn't seem to ever rest But I wanted to discharge this vexatious guest To be free of this detestable pest It wouldn't leave upon request It wouldn't move despite my protest Even when I threw at it all the mental force I possessed So to myself I confessed It was causing me serious unrest Leaving my brain distressed My spirit depressed Eventually, my failure expressed I asked my heart a plan to suggest After all, it was where the visitor resided I asked and waited to be guided For the heart to be decided For the information to be provided Realization hit my heart in the head It called me to it, tugged at me with a thread I felt it and to my heart I sped I splayed before it and pled "Save me – what do I do - help me" To rid me of my companion it did guarantee Pulled me close and whispered quietly Told me the plan privately I reacted violently Refused mightily But agreed finally So I sit here now like some defender Ready at last to face the offender The battle commences, I let my heart grow tender The verse rears up, here comes my contender I marvel at its splendor And Finally... I surrender

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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