Not my choice…


But yet your heart
Though in your chest
Is beating still
At your behest
You feel it throb
Within your breast
But from the pain
There is no rest.
It’s crush is slow
There is no end
Until the pain
Becomes a friend
For as the days
Blend into one
Those happy moments
All long gone.
The way is there
Alone you’ll be
Resist all love
And stay pain free.

©Joe Wilson – Not my choice…2017