I woke from a deep sleep with a start.
I had been smashing plates against my heart.
My sweet slumber had been disturbed
By the voices in my head, that I had heard.
You have been on my mind
Every self same moment, all of the time.
My broken heart not spent,
It is simply bruised, and bent.
12/04/1981
Posted on 02/26/2007Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
Those last two lines are they great, man. Slightly expanded, I could definitely see this as a song. As it is, it's still a great poem.
i, too, really like the last lines
