The Heart Of Darkness Poem by John F. English

Would that I were a poet
Writing times of woe and war
Or when hardy explorers
were mapping the earth pole to pole
Subjects for poesy plenty
But this age is dull by far
So gazing inward, to my heart
I find I have plenty to hand
Marks of woe, marks of war
My heart is a no-mans land
Full of mass graves and silent shells
And there is much to explore
It goes deeper and darker
Then any pit or jungle river
Who needs a war or uncharted land?
The human heart provides plenty
To keep a young poet busy