This poem draws me inside the thoughts and feelings expressed by the poet and makes me feel like they are my thoughts and feelings. My friend Dona Lou knows how to spin words like a magic and with every new poem she writes, I have a new favorite. - poetheart 05/14/01
Pieces of my heart
Are torn away, to drift
To shift and float
Through empty air
Everywhere my body lies
With every word that tries
Each prevaricating kiss
A mockery this
Hasty, borrowed bliss
I miss more of my soul
And fall more out of control
As fragments of my being
Tossed out upon the floor
Like tattered, soiled garments
In the heated rush, crushed,
My identity is swept up
And thrown into the heap
With all the dreams I dared
In crazed sleep, to dream,
Of love so right
Now fleeing,
Leaving me
Lying here bleeding
Needing, needing
Leading nowhere
Incinerated in cruel light
Of white-hot reality
From which I run
Insanely, vainly
Trying to avoid the sun
In obscene flight,
Like a vampire,
I am caught
And come
Finally,
Undone.
by Dona Lou Pearson