I wrote this poem the other day, but I have now added a final stanza that makes it a bit happier. I wished I could say that this poem is semiautobiographical, or at least the final bit, but I’m afraid it isn’t.
Cupid pulled back his bowstring
At his target, he took aim,
He hit me in my broken heart
Now I don’t feel quite the same.
It’s all a bit of a puzzle,
I’m not sure I feel so neat,
I don’t seem to sleep so well at night
And I can’t bring myself to eat.
I’m staring at adversity,
And productive, I am not,
Cupid! Why did you do this to me?
It was a cruel malicious shot.
For while you shot me well and good,
And my heart is now a flutter,
You didn’t bother to make a match
My love lies in the gutter.
So, Cupid please, get off your knees
And have another go,
Either cure me of this love disease
Or send me my Romeo.
And the new bit…
Cupid, you’re a splendid bloke,
For services, you should be knighted.
Because despite my fears and anguished tears,
My love turns out to be requited.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 21/July/2019 updated 24/July/2019
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