From The Heart, The Mind, The Body (But It's All Just Words And No Action)

Just a poem. Enjoy.

Mind of desire filled to the brim 
Lungs filled with fire, but the light is dim 
I speak from a heart that's been through hell 
Over and over again, I do wish to tell 
I try my best, but what is trying without a name? 
What is the best without a measurement or label? 
Perhaps someone out there thinks just the same 
I'm a chair with three legs, broken and unstable 
I speak my mind clearly, concisely, and thoroughly 
I tell you what it is through rhythm and rhyme surely 
But what else can I do but tell when there's no change? 
For now I'll keep it at a distance, an arm's length range 
I'm getting no answers, I'm finding no peace 
Perhaps one day I will, but for now my anger won't

cease.

Author's Note

Feedback please.

Reviews

[ShyGirl]

Wow...! You spoke as I often feel. It's emotive and quite deep. I really liked it :)

[Richard Mueller]

Thank you! That means a lot!

[ShyGirl]

You're most welcome :)