Exiled for My Heart

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Exiled For My Heart

Slung across the room
out the door
down the alleyways
exiled from my life

It tries to come back
haunting me in my jeans
capturing me in the aisles
and once again I seethe

Get away from me
leave me to my own
stop slithering into my icebox
and sizzling on my stove

There is no place for you
so stop your incessant ways
I will not succumb
for the rest of my living days
There you have it! Day #25 of National Poetry Month!
Thanks to Robert Lee Brewer’s Poetic Asides prompt:
“For today’s prompt, write an exile poem. Exile is a noun, a verb, and an American rock band from Richmond, Kentucky. A person, animal, or object can be exiled. But people and animals also exile others–or even exile themselves.”