Another week, another poem. Second part of Jane Love‘s poem trilogy work.
Image, again, provided by the author of the poem.
i don’t know how long i have been crying
but my tearful face is drying
and to be calm what i am trying.
Dr. Blake’s words sent my heart flying –
i cannot imagine you dying.
now, in sorrow, i feel downcast
because without you, i would be an outcast…..
A character who plays in no cast.
I have a hunch this calm might not last.
Drivers like that – i would love to punish!
How can you spend the night drinking
only to set off driving ( in a way that hurt my sweetheart ) without thinking?!!
How can you hit down a person and then vanish?
You failed to assist because of the police arriving.
If i were an assassin assigned to you, i’d kill you without blinking!!!!
Dearest, your wound was nasty
but please do not be hasty
to forget that i will be here WAITING
until the day of your awakening.