What else am I supposed to say, as art succumbs
To artlessness, and well-wrought lines of verse
Describing how I miss you blur and splatter into
Abject pleas for you to join me somewhere,
Here or there? I sleep, but I have lost my dreams.
It's been so long since I have seen you that you're
Indistinct to me, and no one nearby seems to have
That spark which you used, sorceress, to bring
A beat back to my heart. I stagger onward,
Lifeless, like the zombies who are on TV,
Expecting to be put away, and not objecting
To that fate. I'm nothing when you are not near,
And willing to remain that way if all is lost,
And I can't join you somewhere, here or there.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-04-12 at 02:11

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Interesting! I like the way the poem moves from artful artlessness to longing to the image of zombie.

Rob Graber
Such artful artlessness! A fine "sonnet," if you ask me!