The Heart.

Empty Yet Full Like A Furnished Home But No One In It,

As It Cloisters And Confines Itself To Spiritual Devotion, The Paradox Remains, What To Crave For?

To Be Loved Or To Love More? To Be Understood Or To Understand More?

What Is Sacred Is Lost In Translation So It Seems Since These Four Chambers Are Teemed By The Fog Of The 7 Deadly Sins But Sometimes Moving In Sync With The Motions Of Love,

The Heart,

Drowned Yet Free, Not Frightened To Weep, Nor Of The Commotion And Chaos The Feeling Can Bring… But Wait.. The Brain Can’t Let It Swing Against Its Wishes And Intuitions Since You Can’t Taste The Waters By Putting You Two Feet Deep In It,

So Its Core waivers Any Posibility That It Might Get Lost In The Spell And The More Reasons The Brain Presents The More Deeper It Sinks,

Confused It Remains, Is It Love, Lust Or An Obsession Of The Feeling It Missed,

Is It Warmth It Longs For? Or A Need To Belong? A Confusion That’s Synonymous To Anonymous.

THE HEART.

©Meshack Nyambele