Love Poem: A Disturbance
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Written by: Debbie Dickinson

A Disturbance

This beating heart keeps haunting me in the dark,
When the sun walks steps to the surface, painting a glowing fade
I try to forget, no I do not need to pursue the missing element
For the element may have a substitute, mirroring characteristics of it, as well
But why does this aching not depart?
What pumps through these chambers is a sickness, tearing me apart
And in the night, when breathing doesn’t exist in presence,
Silent and still, except for the beating of this heart
This heart is isolated, and it screams woe with every thump
Surpass the disgust of it and hunt prey till successful
But the bait fails to attract my desire, and I am once again defeated
And the nibble, which also teases my wretched heart, leaves me beaten
The element persists in mystery, and I sense how unattainable it is
If only I could seek means of expressing how strongly I covet you
Your everything, but in importance, your scarlet ardor
Oh, how I would decease the beating of my disturbing heart for the life of your striking love,
But then, where would I go?
I feel as if my movement would perish without you, my love
So I wait, hands on the clock now ticking louder than my horrid heart
My heart battles time, impatient of the day I can obtain my element
But perfect element, I shall wait for you.