Monsieur Mouse Heart
/A thinly veiled metaphor in freeform, about a sir with a mouse-like heart.
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The curtain flutters
As tranquility shutters
At the violent quivers
Rending the air
Monsieur Mouse Heart
With brash brass shatters
The lazy lines which
Were previously there
The blustering booming
Comes close looming
His eyes are blaring
With words he bares
His mouse heart beating
With uncontrollable feeling
Dictates him leaning
Imparting scares
I know he’s trembled
Inside dissembled
Control he yearns for
Slips so scarce
Between his fingers
So he lingers
Summoning inches
Wherever he can
Monsieur Mouse Heart
What power you hark
With force that you grasp
Control not yet
You can’t take what
I won’t give you
You cannot steal
My inner self
All these dictates
Are your mistakes
Further send they
From your hold
All that you sought
Further dispersed
None would deign to
Stifled stay
Monsieur Mouse Heart
I know your actions
Fear inceptions
Your fear dictates
But I must tell you
The more you render
Others fearful
The greater cache
Of what you lose
So much you choose
To force space to
With your innate
Self unable
To make stable
You will always
Be afraid
By HerNightlyMuses
From: Australia
Website: https://hernightlymuses.wordpress.com/