I have a heart
It senses great pain
The anguish and hurt
All that is aimless
Yet, it does it all the time
Never knew how to decipher
As it was all emotions
Bundled into tears sometimes
Nothing that could stop
Although the mind was fixed
Coldhearted rebuked
And they may be right
But it knows what it wants
Despite the dispersed dreams
Rather live in this strife
Than be obsessed by lucidity
Perhaps that is what dead is
Because I’m alive!
QUOTIDIAN BLESSING 