Commotion Of A Troubled Heart


When quiet riding on a hazy dawn

Leaves a trail of lonely zone

Where pink carnations utterly ignored

How can a mother love her other?


The son, the daughter, they make motions

Off, away, far from their lover

Who cooks in the kitchen stove

While waiting for some footsteps on her door


All daunting of a prodigal’s return

Maddening and sick mingling to some crowd

This runaway heart is not an everyday’s pride

Uncertain, leave him, love him, what else?




About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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