3/31/2004 01:27:00 PM|||Andrew|||My wounded heart, how can I trust you?
When many times before, you failed?
Yet I cannot maintain this coldness;
I cannot hold your passions more.

For now analysis is ruined;
Now my mind's rejected me.
It is inadequate for leading;
It helps me not in direst need.

The passions of my heart, they speak
And analyzing mind responds.
I do not know to which to listen,
They both are mine; are they both wrong?

[composed a few weeks ago]|||108076847726199304|||Wednesday Poetry