A Racing Heart

I locked them up,

In a corner of my heart

After running up the stairs,

That night.

Told the Whispers

That no longer could I live…

With thier chains.

Banished them,

For I was Launcelot.

But whispers are whispers.

And sometimes they return

Making me check the chinks

Within and without.

Then I think of the moon,

And remember that I am small.

So small.

And I find peace in that,

Somehow.