“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.” ~ Confucius
My heart; my inner guide,
the compass of my internal passions.
My mind is set by my own footsteps.
My walks of life’s lonesome wanderings.
My heartbeat’s whirling sways to the gyroscopic path of my thoughts.
My direction does not matter: I’d rather be discovered, rather to crawl along blindly searching for my own parched heart: I’m Lost.
My heart is Thirsty.
My heart pulses upon distilled granules of hopeful desires drained by blood-barren wants: I’m Hungry.
My heart is Hungry.
My heart seeks the breadcrumbs of my intentions: I’m Lost.
My heart is Lost.
My heart breaks so often,
I can’t find the many pieces that have dropped.
Staining my feet: with steps of weary desire.
~ an EWK Poe’em ©2016 EWK