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The Heart is a Lonely Hunter
I am but a dark silhouette back-lit
by your imaginings of what I must be.
My frame of reference is not yours,
nor is your own mine to see.
I cannot hope to know the true depth
of the strangeness that lurks behind those eyes;
the sadness, the desperation, and the longing
cannot be accurately defined as simply measured
by a ruler or thrown upon a scale like a piece
of meat.
Think me misguided, corrupt, or lost?
Think me a friend, lover, or a hero?
You would be wrong on all accounts.
I am simply a solitary soul cast adrift,
striving to find a good home to lift
me up from this cold stone floor and prop
me up next to a nice warm fire and hold
me tight.
by Philip Wardlow 2013
by your imaginings of what I must be.
My frame of reference is not yours,
nor is your own mine to see.
I cannot hope to know the true depth
of the strangeness that lurks behind those eyes;
the sadness, the desperation, and the longing
cannot be accurately defined as simply measured
by a ruler or thrown upon a scale like a piece
of meat.
Think me misguided, corrupt, or lost?
Think me a friend, lover, or a hero?
You would be wrong on all accounts.
I am simply a solitary soul cast adrift,
striving to find a good home to lift
me up from this cold stone floor and prop
me up next to a nice warm fire and hold
me tight.
by Philip Wardlow 2013
Published 6th Feb 2013
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6th Feb 2013 10:57am
It's a very good poem though i think you can do better for a title..
Your title is taken from a novel by Carson McCullers if im not mistaken.
Your title is taken from a novel by Carson McCullers if im not mistaken.
9th Feb 2013 4:24am
That was intentional....I saw the play at the theatre just recently and it inspired me to write this poem....thanks for reading and the complimente Opheliac
