The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

Poem from a collection I'm working on titled 'Being No One, Going Nowhere'.

i am prone to 

sentimentality and a 

rambling nature that 

some would call a 

stutter of speech Others 

a stupendous way of 

contextualizing nonsense but i 

thought i would say 

it anyways because 

if you don’t say 

the things that 

you feel then you 

live life as a shadow 

puppet A half

way house 

removed of

spirit and conscious

-ness that regards 

you as you it The

abyss drowns us We

ask each other how this could 

be and so be 

it it does contain a morsel 

of fullness you 

agree The version of 

you that was so afraid 

to let go 

is no longer clenching 

she is relaxed and freed 

Set ablaze by the

consequences of continuing 

on in spite Of feeling an 

overwhelming sense of 

impending doom None of

which conspired against 

you Your voice reminded 

me there were other 

ways to do things Ways i

did not know Ways 

that perhaps you had 

learnt differently I 

am made maximum when i 

am learning to 

love Learning to 

I wanted to say that i,

just, wanted to say 

that i think…