The heart is at a loss.
Where did the light lead you?
Are you now in the dark
that you emerged from as a child?
That silent place
that does not see the light around you.
The place where clouds appear
and rain falls hard
on your hopeful skin.
The surround is barren
and the lands are parched.
All that can survive here
is an aggressive
type of plant
a driven weed
that chokes those
around
and has no memory of its own place.
The heart just goes.
And it does not wonder
for what
or how long.
It just seems to not
need answers
but wanders
and rambles
still.
