Original Poetry-

Daisies in My heart
by Bryan Shelton


Why must I suffer
your sword for
God's sake
literally,
for god's sake
as you cut
my flesh
and skewer
the red meat
of my patience
with your
bravado of
ignorance and
misplaced vile
of the bowels
of your parents
I took a
part of you
and enclosed it
in my heart for
all time, yes
for all time
as you stabbed
and beat
and mutilated
any goodwill
of mankind
mortal
Why must
my calling go
against my
very grain
my very
grain
to despise you
of which
I cant
I try
I cant
I wont
I can
I wont
Next time
hit your
mark
in my heart
and make
it bleed its
end
so I wont
feel you
anymore
wont feel
forgiveness
compassion
understanding
wont feel
you
no more
Stab me
until I
feel
the revulsion
my mortal self
pleads to
feel
briefly
but ever
so
briefly
and I
promise to
move
on
No, to
move over
as you
stab mortal
mortal
the bowels
of your parents
again,
again.