Forgotten and broken chains, <br />Memories are lost in space; <br />Hollowness and prickly pains, <br />My heart is full of maze. <br /> <br />You are just the one for me, <br />It's all I ever wanted; <br />Like a sting from bumblebee, <br />My love is haunted. <br /> <br />Every sun-beam that comes up, <br />My feelings start to explode; <br />Drinking grief from coffee cup, <br />Take away this load.<br /><br />Peter S. Quinn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/49-from-what-s-really-happening-in-54-numbers/
