Michael Degenhardt Poet Quatrain

Want, No More

No tourniquet, so tightened, can stop the flow of blood
As mighty rivers shan’t recede with wound, inflicted deep
It’s as if my heart was stolen, it was never mine to keep
I am left to perish, wallowing deep within this mud

I gave to you my essence, the very every heart of me
With dreams that you would at least do the very same
But it feels like I was a trophy and victim to your game
For with me, truthfully, is where you didn’t want to be

So go, take with you, darling, all that you say is yours
I want no memory of you to ever plague my mind
For of you there is nothing that I wish to have a bind
My love depleted naturally and wasted on our floors

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Carrie Richards September 25, 2008 at 5:42 AM Powerful, wounded, and heartfelt! Hopefully, not from real life experience! But great expression and emotion...and cleansing! Great writing! ~Carrie

Kristin Reynolds September 25, 2008 at 5:21 AM Oh my goodness, Michael, this is brilliant. I really really hope this is not true to life, for that would make me so sad. The poem, however, is amazing and filled with raw emotion written beautifully. So sad!!!!! Hope you are well, Kristin