The taming

My heart is an untamed wild boar 

Trying to find it's place

But knocking out anything 

Good or bad out of it's way.

It's made for confrontation,

For sin for remorse 

Maybe 

But it fights, fights 

Hard enough to stay 

In the whites

For reasons, sources 

Ideas even.

But my head wouldn't move,

Maybe I should train it

Before it trains me