Every heart’s a prison

Visitors come rushing in

Others rush to leave

But you never impede me

You are my battery

And fuel my thrust

We program each other and ping like dolphins frolicking in the open sea

With no impulse control

Our resistance is low

You are my pacemaker

You ground me, jump start my life

And if I’m alone

Fading and frail

You’ll provide the pulse

When you’re gone

I’ll fade flat

Among impulses that won’t catch

Feeble sparks

Reluctant to ignite

In unimaginable desolation

© Richie Smith