weeping fists and a chalkboard brain

Weeping Fists, and A Chalkboard Brain.
______________________

As I stand here
weeping with
Bloody Fists..
A Proud Wall
becomes The
Victim of My
Vengeful Tears..

but is LOVE
supposed to
Feel like this?

Like you're
Trapped
awake inside of
a coma!!!

(where it seems
you have not slept
in Years.)

Is Love a few
indifferent one-liners
which seemingly
express The Heart's
Fond Sentiments?

Followed by eternities
of Silence...as you BLEED
your Soul out endlessly
in extravagant sentences!!

I feel Love's
Fingernails scratching
the Life out of My
Dusty Chalkboard
Brain..

and..if LOVE
is madness?
I am TRULY
INSANE...

but..nonetheless..

(No fists shall
ever weep their
vengeance upon
Those Walls again.)

j.stephen.h.