Mire Poem by Daniel Reurink

My heart beats slow, my heart beats fast

Realizing the mistakes of my past

A time, burdened with the need of my own

Negating the need I was shown

A need of affection, a need of rest

A need of time to be put to the test

A test to fail, a test to succeed

The true judge for the moment of free

My blood is pumping, my blood is slowed

My solitude is now confined by a single blow



Free of it all, free to be thyself

Although, this freedom seems so miss felt

It feels like a withering leaf

The glum look of autumn's dead breach

The dead now covered, all by frost

Cover it all up so you don't feel lost

Once the snow melts, the ground will produce

Fresh new life between this truce

Rewind to spring, were the feelings first blossomed

Life changes like the weather, seasons and lissomes

The joyous days are always dire

But so are the troubles, rooted in the mire

Clean out the bog, clean out the swamp

For underneath it all lies love that don't decomp