Writer’s heart

I’m thorned
between desire and
oblivion of thought.

I’m pulled away from
universe’s core,
forbidden to enter
like a misbehaved dog
bowing down
behind closed door.

I am adrift
in the ocean
of my mind’s emptiness
and I can no longer
see the shore.

I’m on my knees
begging for door to open.
I can’t find the keys.
I feel as if,
I’m no longer chosen.
If only can I apease,
fix what I’ve broken.

I’m at ease
my mind’s empty still
but my heart has spoken.


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