I. HEART

I. HEART

A hunch.

It is an impulse
A rush of blood
Call it nature
Call it love

Pumping life
Wither slow
Cut with knife
3 ribs below

Blind deciding
Way to go!
Give unto Instinct
Repress your mind


Beating hard
On little deaths
There goes my life
A sigh within


No more breath!
No more grudges!
Nor blackmailers to the soul

Obviating the reason
Shall I seek for further reality
Where my opposite feeling
Can be finally understood.

As of now I will offer
As much pain
To justify the means

~+~