Sometimes your heart runs apace,
With no fear, no joy, no anger, no tears.
An unwinding spring, a balance wheel.
It ticks and tocks, clicks and locks.
And unaware you stand,
Unaware a strand,
Of reality, you bear,
Thos thoughts, those fears,
As your chest races nothing,
But the future it leers,
And your mind sets ablaze,
And your face crumbles in tears.
And they call you acceptable,
As they leave you imperceptible,
They never saw that racing heart,
Racing from a joyless void, in there.
YOU ARE READING
Often confusing
PoetrySecond part to a muses musings because wattpad has a story limit. . . I mean an enthralling book of stories
