Do You See What I Feel by Dana Harrell-Sanders
When I talked about you last night
it was just to write a verse.
It was fiction. No big deal! alright?
Why the constant striking
must there be so much throbbing
with such vengeance my way?
I was only kidding yesterday.
I didn’t mean anything by the poetry.
Please remove the heavy artillery!
Lower the mega equipment
Please take out the iron fists
that push, pound and torment,
beating incessantly
invoking indignation
imposing impatiently
seeking retribution
but for what?!
Have some compassion
let’s call it a truce
give me a meagre portion
of amnesty
please believe
I’ll never complain…
grant me some reprieve
to relieve this pain.
cease this unremitting beating
nonstop on this poor form of ail
it hurts just to breathe
I wince when I inhale
my plea is humble and pure
Please, please, JUST stop!
© Cheryl-Lynn 2014/02/10
