Meandering Mind

by perpetualflaneur

i feel my soul trembling

at night’s wake

my heart’s pounding,

my breath’s heaving,

my soul, much more,

i hope not break

this darkness,

this place,

i cannot fathom

of presence,

i regret

in absence,

i must forget

a heart of mere flesh,

of lapses through time,

withers at each spasm

by soul, by heart,

death must not part.