Oh, I am sad and broken, like
The intermittent waves that cross
The frozen sands of straggling winter;
I am homeless, lost and seemingly evermore
Sad and broken.
Oh, I am one and many, like
The friendless waves that stream
Across the lifeless shores of empty cold;
I am all and nothing -- all that is, and
Nothing that could be.
Does this span and upset
Or, are emotions just things
Sent to remind of us of
Our inherent insanity?
Am I all things,
All broken things,
Or does the prism of my thought and heart
Break the light before it
Can warm me?
One thought on “The Prism of Thought and Heart”
It’s the portending doom laden clouds! A bit of blue sky and a stiff breeze will soon have you smiling!