The Hearts

The hearts of men and every woman Beat, pound a melodic rhythm Breath taken in, breathing out Lungs expand and eyes look about Fingers touch a soft, gentle ground As feet run full speed all around. All this done with not a thought Of how to do it or where it starts...

My Hearts A Mess

My hearts a mess There is no rest No peace, no quiet. Racing, racing on Racing fast How will I ever last? When can I see Peace Quiet and dignity? When will I feel My heart pump A slow, soft, quiet thump? Can’t hold on Can’t see How I got here, how to...