The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

A poem about being alone with your own feelings at times

I am but a dark silhouette back-lit

by your imaginings of what I must be.

 

My frame of reference is not yours,

nor is your own mine to see.

 

I cannot hope to know the true depth

of the strangeness that lurks behind those eyes;

the sadness, the desperation, and the longing

cannot be accurately defined as simply measured

by a ruler or thrown upon a scale like a piece

of meat.

 

Think me misguided, corrupt, or lost?

Think me a friend, lover, or a hero?

 

You would be wrong on all accounts.

 

I am simply a solitary soul cast adrift,

striving to find a good home to lift

me up from this cold stone floor and prop

me up next to a nice warm fire and hold

me tight.

 

 

by Philip Wardlow 2013

Reviews

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~ insightful writing... ~ it takes a while to learn how to not see someone else from our own perspective (but to see things from theirs)... ~ we (as in human beings) tend to be very biased...

[Philip Wardlow]

Thanks for your insight words as well serah...thanks for reading...:)

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~ my privilege, monsieur philip...