Schrodinger's Heart
My heart beats inside a box
I cannot know
If it lives or not
I am dulled and dried
My blood drifts like dust
Through the cold caverns of my
soul
My body travels
From room to room
With no will to arrive.
In the dark I see
The end of things
Waiting
A voice fills bags of sand
And builds a wall
Against the flood of silence
Still your sound
For there are stars before us
With smiles and tender air
There is nothing but time
Between each touch
And good word
The warmth of one
Our skin kisses
I am alive
Copyright © Mark Hanna | Year Posted 2014
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