The voice of my heart
Shouts clearly in desperation
Over the mumbles of logic
Tumbling in my mind.
The soul bleeds
In
Times like these.
Anticipation
Revolts against
The body’s need
To rest.
That feeling, that knowledge,
Nestled deep in my heart
Is bombarded, torn,
Slashed at
And pulled on
By reason and logic,
By common sense and modern trend,
By opinions and threats,
By everyone who thinks they
Know
How to best live
My life.
I thank the Lord
That the voice of my heart
Shouts clearly
In times like these.
Age 17
Shouts clearly in desperation
Over the mumbles of logic
Tumbling in my mind.
The soul bleeds
In
Times like these.
Anticipation
Revolts against
The body’s need
To rest.
That feeling, that knowledge,
Nestled deep in my heart
Is bombarded, torn,
Slashed at
And pulled on
By reason and logic,
By common sense and modern trend,
By opinions and threats,
By everyone who thinks they
Know
How to best live
My life.
I thank the Lord
That the voice of my heart
Shouts clearly
In times like these.
Age 17