Nothing changes <br />very much in a day. <br />Not even your nightmares. <br /> <br /> <br />My veins are full of <br />fear stolen from my ancestors. <br />My heart is full of <br />ghosts cloaked in shame, <br />of demons bursting with guilt. <br /> <br /> <br />My heart is raw with sins <br />not even God could imagine. <br />My heart is a foreign storm. <br /> <br /> <br />My heart is an imaginary island <br />where butterflies go to die.<br /><br />David Kowalczyk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heart-as-imaginary-island/
