Heart of my heart

In the heart of my heart
Buried deep, so deep
Lies a tiny little chest of scars
Locked forever to sleep
“Wake”, said the pounding
Of my heart so weak
“Wake”, said my being
Ever so bleak
The little chest quivered
And began to queak

Don’t know why


Every day passes

Bringing another

I dream

I’m stagnant

There’s so much to be done

I want to move

I can’t

There’s more to the step

Than the charm to the eye

I want to be set free

Imprisoned in my stagnation

I want to breathe

I want to feel

Yet I don’t

Not that I can’t

But don’t know why