There's an arrow pointed at your chest

There's an arrow pointed at your heart.
You see it there, in front of you,
so clearly.
You wait the moment,
You know it's coming
But the time drags, mocking you.

There's an arrow pointed at your heart.
You see the path that brought you here
And although the end is closing in,
Your choices remain murky,
No enlightment befalls you.

There's an arrow pointed at your heart,
Fierce eyes behind it
(your own, scarred, reflecting on them).
You see the tension on the string,
And the strong hand that holds it.
You start to wish to see it free.

There's an arrow pointed at your heart.
The head is sharp
(the sun shining on its edge).
The head is near
(you can sense the marked spot on your chest)
So you start to wander how will it feel...

There's an arrow pinned in your heart.
The string still vibrates,
As you tremble and quiver.
Hand down, the eyes look so diferent now...
And the blood on your chest feels so sweet.

Maybe love is not overrated.

Carol