Thursday, September 04, 2014

THE FOG: a poem by ed

The fog had not lifted from my mind,
     but I could still see them clear
          as they came for my dear heart
               to cut it from my chest and sell it at market.

The fog grew even darker and more thick
     as my heart sat alone and apart from my body
          on that block were they sell hearts
               so the heartless can buy a heart for themselves.

The fog is not to blame for what the heartless do,
     but how can a heart bought at the market
          ever really love anyone?
               It died the moment they took it from me.

© Ed Cooper, 9/4/2014, Stoney Creek, Tennessee
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