The Traveller’s Heart

Lonely-Woman

It searches nights to find its rest
Will one welcome poorest guest?
It smells its own, but can’t get in,
Try in vein to see within.

A heart once beat incessantly
In organic love, romantically.
Yet, now it treads hesitantly,
Lost its way… Never free.

When she sang in truth and beauty
They stripped her innocence inside me.
It molded her, now slave to thee,
A hanging heart that cannot see.

The heart that travels inside me.
Knows no truth, love… beauty.

Written by Randall Evans

This is the Vile Mint.

6 thoughts on “The Traveller’s Heart

  1. Reblogged this on Word Play … Poetry in Progress and commented:
    Enjoy my version:

    My achy breaky heart

    My torn heart beats within my chest
    Will hers welcome my love request
    It tries its best, but can’t get in,
    Cries in vein to be within.

    My heart once beat incessantly
    In organic love, romantically.
    Yet, now in retreat reluctantly,
    Its way lost … Never free.

    When yours sang in truth and beauty
    It stripped all innocence inside me.
    It moulded me, now slave to thine
    Damming heart that won’t share mine.

    My heart now unravels inside me
    Knows truth, but not love nor beauty.

    (Modified by) Alan Grace
    11 January 2018

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