TURN LOOSE MY HEART
by Robin Shwedo
©: Robin Shwedo, 1990
Turn loose my heart.
Your love attempts to wrap itself around me
like a vine,
choking my heart and emotions
in its stranglehold.
I have no use for your love.
At least not now,
and probably not ever.
I've been hurt too often
by those claiming to be different,
who "tsk-tsk" at atrocities
committed by those who came before,
all the while planning their next moves,
variations of those same crimes
trying to mask the stench
rising like the fog of their deceit.
And so,
turn loose my heart.
Let me chop away the vine of your alleged love
before I die from an emotional coronary.
Haven't we all felt this way, when someone who is too intense, needy, or just plain wrong reaches for us?
From my collection titled Poetry Unassigned, which is looking for a publisher.
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