Best Aorta Poems

Awol on the aeorta,
I've built a wall around my heart,
Trying to suppress that which is grieving,
But it's still ripping me apart,

The night falls, elevating whispers,
From the silent gasps and muffled breaths,
Of a young lady in her twenties,
Crying alone and quite depressed, (left in distress)

I recognize...

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Jungle club weekend tarantulas walk
with a kingly swagger
wolf man gait
Don Juan alpha moves mirror taught;
nocturnal reflections cast
over past triumphs,
speak of new burning love ...
Throbbing abstinence 
that can’t wait

Diamond heart black widows peripheral grieve
with a figure eight, 
six-figure eight finger 
spade crave    ...

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Now I hear the sound, as I hear the rifles,
That went off as I walked on the day,
We'd lay you to rest, as I tried my best,
To stay strong for dad in a way,

I hear the sound, a gun going off,
I'm left silent, weaping in...

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