My heart, my soul
fractured as glass
each shard a vision
showing past present and future
a total view of emotions
tumultuous as the ocean
each thought a current
rippling away in a thousand others
jubilation and sorrows of before;
dreams, passions for ahead;
of paths not taken
and the ones I have yet to tread.
Two halves of me
Two roads that I might travel
One path in the Sun
walking where all can see
love and promises kept
righteous and upright
I stand at the end
faithful to the last
the word of my vows
in my heart held tight.
Another a path before me lay
far seeing in moonlight
in the embrace of darkness
the other half thrives
the wild me, that wants to play
seeking to quench
knowledge, thirst, hunger
these things sated
in the dark,
a ravaging, burning heart
knowledge of her
every inch under my fingers
caressing, holding, pure touch
thirsting for her
to taste her lips,
to drink of her scent
that hunger inside my beating heart
two wolves fighting
a war within
both savage and fierce
sharp as a blades of glass
one of which
is destined to pierce
this fractured heart of mine
-Sean Elliott
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