Where Your Heart Is
You want it all the time
And the things you have
Become things you once desired,
Now faded into the periphery
Of your monovision focus upon
This thing you want.
This thing you do not have.
This is why I tell you now–
Count and polish your treasures there-in.
I went looking for my heart once–
Found bleeding under
A death mask’s grin.
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That last stanza…dang
How frail life is, but the heart of poetry beats loudly.
To me it’s desire
Then
Desire’s aftermath
Superb!!!