TJ White Writes

Time Lost My breath is caught somewhere between hammered heartbeats. The once rhythmic inhalation and exhalation of breath      is now suspended beneath my breast. My lungs burn with the need for air     to fill my lungs once more.  Seconds seem like minutes,     time warped by my desire to catch my breath. Your words scorch my soul and pilfer this breath from my body. Your voice is acidic   and speaks your   incurable displeasure . Your tongue lashes out with the need     to leave our battle victorious. Minutes seem like hours,    time warped by your desire to control me . My pulse ricochets around inside my head, pulsing at my temples.  A crimson river of blood rages beneath my skin. My heart hammers with the need     to feel loved by you again. Hours seem like days,   time warped by my desire to rescue our once enchanted love. ...

*** this poem is being published in a collection of Canadian poetry - http://www.polarexpressions.ca/Shop.html  (book is called Waking Dawn (currently SOLD OUT)  *** It is with bleeding hearts we bare   our souls to those we love   pockets stripped, backs bare beneath the sun   immeasurable worth within our nullity It is with souls afire we share   the truth hidden from the rest   hearts ripped apart, knees planted in the earth   value offered up to humble hearts of kin It is with hungry eyes we wake   to see the world as yet before   rose hue sun bleached, awash with unsulliedness  a king's ransom to those addled in shadow ~ T.J. White (2015)