The Beaten

The Beaten

A Poem by LindaE

I can hear it.
The nonsense, the excuses, the drivel, but most of all,
I hear the thumping.
Intermittent pulses ring in my ears and whilst efforts try to regulate it,
breathe deeply they tell me,
there is nothing to be done to silence it.

Caught breaths do nothing to tame it, of course I am making it worse,
but how do you keep from the inevitable?
When you know that all you want is out of grasp,
not gone,
but far enough so your fingertips tingle at the thought that maybe,
just maybe,
it will reach out
and grab you.

But what do I know?
Experiences must be experienced
and this is all new.
Maybe there is more to understand, more to learn, more to listen to.
I can still hear it.

The
Thumping.

Thump
          Thump
                    Thump

I want to conduct if I must endure.
Is control taken or given?
How do you take the reigns when you are being dragged?

Simple.
You listen to the thumping,
and let your heart play its tune.

© 2015 LindaE


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Added on March 24, 2015
Last Updated on March 24, 2015
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LindaE
LindaE

London, United Kingdom



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