My Hearts A Mess

Patrice Clarkson's Blog

My hearts a mess
There is no rest
No peace, no quiet.

Racing, racing on
Racing fast
How will I ever last?

When can I see
Peace
Quiet and dignity?

When will I feel
My heart pump
A slow, soft, quiet thump?

Can’t hold on
Can’t see
How I got here, how to leave.

All I see is
My hearts a mess
There is no rest, that’s all, all I see.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016

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