Modern Romanticism

A state of reason
is no more,
while I change shape
in this dilemma
of a heart
caught in wires.

Cut me up,
let me bleed
into flowing currents
from cold veins.

Depart me
from the way
I’ve hoped
to always live.

I keep returning
to the moment
I was deprived
of a sense of joy.

I keep reviving
the same pain
that takes me,
to keep me.

Crowding these eyes
with what I wish for,
helpless in how
I forever surrender
to the punishment
from a thousand smiles,
a million sources
of laughter.

There’s never been a face
to hold in this mind,
while I keep drifting
far from the inside.