Sunday, June 26, 2011

Wild Heart: An Improvised Poem

Come back
you silly wild thing!
Stop this
running
panting
searching
desiring
Or you will bleed
to death.

How many times
little wild one
will you run
at the first sighting?
You can only
break so many times.

A wild heart
is a curse.
The fire inside must
burn bright.
It is wild fire.
When it escapes
all in its path
are devoured.

Stay still
wild heart
or you will
destroy
the world...

The rubble you make
and the stone around
you...
who will raise
you now?

Stupid wild heart
see what you made
me do?
Fire burns and
the pain lingers 
long.

Leave them alone
stop chasing them.
Look at yourself
wild heart.
Love yourself.

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