BLEEDING HEART

Am l tree dying beyond any cure of pruning?
Or a ship irrevocably sailing into a dangerously brewing storm?
Am l a portrait fading under the unforgiving glare of sunlight?
Or is my life like a rocket straining at its tethers waiting to finally explode?
 My life is a series of emotional-wreckage with no end in sight.
Am l merely living with my head hanging waiting for the axe to fall?

Am l going to bury my grievance and let this flock of memories
Soar?
Without you my life is like pounding square pegs into round holes.
Am I going to feel the burning desire that necessitate the courage to love
again?
I hardly see myself turning on the charms and launch into pursuit mode.
I feel like a deer caught in the sight of a lethal rifle.
Your untimely...