Adorn ocean bright
The deepest moon pulls the tides
Rugged path I climb

Held in gentle night
Amber glows of love surround
Love, the softest flame

my heart feels heavy
not like the metaphors
breathy
but it really does
I lay my hand
where it’s supposed
to be
it feels weak
almost
not beating

my lungs
breathing deep

my eyes tired
blurry

my throat
full of weird soft shivers
like my heart silently beats there
weak

my brother's music playing
in the background
my ears on sharp
listening

my hands...
sweaty

my legs
heavy

overwhelmed

do I hate the rascists
or the immigrants
I hate the rascists

A broken heart is–

a poet's greatest treasure.

Like Norm said
Through the voice of Billy Bob
It's fun to be a lone wolf
Except at wolf picnics
When you have no one
To enter the wolf wheelbarrow race with.