Indeed

Profoundly inspired, profoundly lost, profoundly wandering with the weight of unanswered questions.

I wandered aimlessly

What else could I do?

I could no longer see

Stars beyond the dark

Skies. My feet run cold.

My stomach runs empty.

I ask my heart to stop

Pumping. I don’t care how

Bad it hurts. The heart

Never listened. Where’d

My heart get the nerve

To not follow where I 

Pointed it?

Author's Note

Thoughts? Feelings? Ideas? Praises or Critiques?

Reviews

[Amy R]

Its a nice write, to ponder on....

But as you know the heart knows what it wants and what it needs to do, more than what we sometimes think...

Greatly penned.
-Amy

[Aluppi Jampur]

Indeed. The heart follows it's own beat.
This is very good, poet.