The Heart In Chains

As the cars press the senses,

and the city wells up

in my naval passageway,

the ever growing

afghan of grey

seizes my faith,

and keeps me silent as

our nonstop saucy world parade

kicks off

all around the clock...

Tune in to see enduring concerns

as unwritten pages of the book

pile high...

...So many swollen,

temperamental minds

bloat and stagnant

without the virtue

of a spirit guide in which to

draw the shades, and

salvage the Derelicts of the Dock...

"Come for us as well!...Lift us up upon your boat!,"

they cry...

These limitations of the heart

cause everyone to bruise

as well as the sky above,

the lofty birds,

and the options

that we choose...

...I turned away a woman

in revulsion,

and my world was rocked

by the effects of my abuse.

We all must come together!...

Open the heart in which we're tethered

to that hefty stone

of false impression.

These limitations are just feigned!...

Crack the mirror...

Break the chains

that keep the ugly intellect in check...

...There is a price

you'd not suspect.

©

1/16/20

Bunny Villaire