Where Am I Going? Poem by Sean Hart

Without map and without compass
I make my way through your heart
No need for food or razor cutlass
I avoid the poisionous flying dart

Lightning around my head does fly
As I dodge your attempts to ensnare
Stumbling, I finally let out a cry
Your poision dart of love can't err

Into your cave I am slowly dragged
Blind to the fact you stand over me
Slowly my thoughts are being gagged
Your heart is now all that I see