poetry//unknown
my heart so fickle
my feelings like vagabonds
not knowing the destination
blindingly wandering, touching everything to feel something
finding nothing, outside and within
my heart so fragile
my feelings like boulders
not knowing of the destruction
passionately breaking, snapping the strings to find release
cutting wounds on the surface and within
my heart so fearful
my feelings scared
not knowing the desolation
hopelessly searching, for questions without answers
feeling lost physically and within
my heart so foolish
my feelings foolish
not knowing
wandering
breaking
searching
a fool’s journey
Your heart so familiar
A heart that makes me feel everything
A heart that makes me feel whole
A heart that makes me feel faultless
On the outside
On the surface
On the inside
YOU ARE READING
Poetry or Prose, I Suppose
PoetryThis is neither fact nor fiction. It is in the realm of my mind, the planes in which are not held accountable for reason or articulation. It is a wild landscape and I need to map it out in the way I know best-writing. So wether it is an unfiltered v...
