Heartbreak

my heartbreak cannot be stitched or darned like an old gray sock it looks just like the picture with a lightning bolt down the middle this is not the first time at all I left the farm and saw New York and knew I could never be satisfied regardless of weather or fortune the heart can only take so much like a horse that wants to run like a boat jumping a wave the heart rocks like a Ferris wheel it tumbles like a mountain rockslide tears fall and burn the landscape then I clutch my chest and know the bullet has passed clean through