PO (1988 / St John's, NL)

'Suffer, Lover' She Must Have Said

If you could only see
The way you make me suffer now,
How I pitch and toss around the floor,
Exhausted by the things you tell me,
With myself
And my open cuts.

We get sick to the touch
And the talk:
Better to sleep away the day
But sleep is harder to come by
Than four-leaf clovers.

Oh, Darlin',
I am in love,
But it’s frustrating to love you.

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Powerful stuff Patrick I know the feeling. This is the best poetry raw emotion just let it all out. Séamus