POETRY FROM THE LAB

i hear my heart screaming

And my mind shushing it

With no respect.

Timid and true

The heart keeps silent

And the show goes on.

I am surrounded by balance

With a under loud core.

True to myself,

I open the valve.

Slow rise

The sun rises slow

And weak

In the cold mornings of walking solo.

My desk awaits me,

My family demands a warm hand,

My time is split

With sorrow and pride.

Far from my lab,

Into another protein world,

The wife man builds a theory.

Elegantly portrayed

It suits now on my desk,

In a childish naïve email

Pointing a finger at me.