Anthony Bianco Poet Rhyme

Boomerang Heart

Bent love never dies; it just keeps bending. 
Until it morphs into a burning boomerang. 
That smacks you in the chambers of your half-mast heart.

I breathe inside a three-bedroom chasm.
Somewhere between happy and what-ifs. 
Saying hello to a twenty-six-year-old echo.
Of close calls and head-on crash regrets.

You deserve a good life.... I don't.

You've taught me, after decades of decline, what unconditional really is.
It's that satin island that I've been sailing toward upon this broken ship.
Even though I screwed you into the rotting wood of my id.  

I'm truly happy that you landed softly in a heart.  
That gave you that elusive elixir called 
"What I couldn't give."

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Carrie Richards April 6, 2016 at 10:04 AM And ps......I must thank you kindly, for my high placement in your "Species" contest. What a nice surprise to see it honored so. Thank you very much!

Carrie Richards April 6, 2016 at 10:03 AM This is beautiful, with a longing and melancholy of perhaps some regret. It plays as the lyric to a song, and I could almost hear it set to music. A lovely poem, Anthony. :)

Tim Smith April 4, 2016 at 7:37 PM Very good poem Anthony...loved your image of a burning boomerang...could be about many of us here

Daniel Turner April 4, 2016 at 6:55 PM Sounds honest enough to me. Loneliness is a bummer and after some time you no longer blame another person. Really nice write, Anthony. Peace my friend:)