Poetry

honey bee, where is my heart?

written by: johannalabeat

I hold onto the hours, but they are wasting in pain.
I strive for refurbishing, an empty room remains.
I live for the moment that i lost in the sympathy
I am no longer a human but a busy bumble bee,
protecting the sense of ecstasy i am kept alive by.

My closet is clean but i hire a maid
A discriminated slave that's not properly paid;
Strung out on the commotion, but lacking the emotion.
We are a mind altering paradox.

I do not fess to the terrible tear, it grazes my cheek
What my lips have failed to tell, the drop perchance may speak.
It takes a lot to laugh, a sincere triumph to fear
But I am with a locked jaw, and a mind full of beer

Pure sanity and raw insanity, i am internally weak
I am lacking my maid to find the heart that he keeps
It's only been seven days, five nights, a week.
I am a bumble bee left for the chase.