the soul is free
to live and love
without restraint
of reality
and the mind
slips
just enough
to be content
but when mind and heart
disagree
the stage is set
for bloody battles
and no amount
of meddlesome mending
can repair the heart
until it grows
to heal itself
you have ripped my heart
from its comforting cage
with your dull
dirty claws
and now infection
has set in
no longer in harmony
my heart and mind battle
for control
