Do I Just Follow And Pretend… Poem by Mark Heathcote

My eyes they’re bleeding
In an internal centrifugal force
You won’t see the blood
I’m just too coursing to bleed…

So you go from obsolete
And leave me in a fire
I combust into an ardour
I just can’t control.

My lust is an earthly bird
A phoenix -that can’t adjust
To the cold of these evenings alone
What do, I do when I just feel lost?

My eyes they’re bleeding
Leaking like a bucket with a hole.
The circumference of which…
Deeply aches in impenetrable rust.

What do, I do?
When I can’t move these tides?
Do I just follow and pretend…
Show I’m still hypnotised.
…In love with you!