Sundered Heart Tis Like Death

'Pon gleaning lasses,

and sir really not alright

not "FAKE" lads

grievousness doth bite

Love's Labour's

(Romeo and Juliet)

Lost sequel - colyte

(an emetic) more

bare hubble despite

abdominal cramps

(post colonoscopy),

where this poetic soul admits,

the latter doth not

hole hearted lee excite

yet, countless plaintive verses fight

ting despair espied

by unsuspecting readers

(such as yours truly),

no shining knight

ruminating squelched, spurned, light

ning and/or soiled

paramours hurtful might -

bitter byte size pill

deters peaceful night

methinks tortures teariness plight

unstoppably, vicariously,

and wickedly quite

this veritable stranger experiences

lamentation toward each right

or left word thinking

youthful earthlinked, sad sight

fractured gnarled hotmail in tight

fitting pants, and/or

ill humored gal uptight

an afflicted aching,

thus this paean I write

availing thyself

for those who cry

(game lee), and perhaps

feel like they wanna die

unsure how to help

fracturing soul I espy

unable to heal,

but on a whim

this idea didst fly

unsure yar bitta

bing banged psyche

ja wanna entrust this guy

kindle ling emotional pain hi

underwent during mine

almost three scores years my

body sashayed round

the sun well nigh,

now within avast

delicate web I ply

tender tinder tumblr

full spilling sadness sigh

lent lee self cannibalizing

vulnerability, yet try

in vane unable to heal

airing youtube whatsapp

without me asking why

only this papa of two

near grown daughters

intervention likened

to race against time, -

viz being potential

dead serious life saver,

this yang doth not not lie!