PULSE OF MY HEART

[bulavenaka]

Day 2 - Poem 8

A chuisle mo chroí"
"Pulse of my heart"

How lovely these words are
to hear them from a voice meant for you
I wish I could hear such a voice
I wish I could feel this heart so true
My pulse weakens from the knife
Thrust into my chest
Words have cut me to the bone
and sear through my left breast
I can take the bruises on my skin
Leaving traces of his marks
But he has pierced my aching soul
to further bleed this lonely heart.
(C) bulavenaka