The BeatenA 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 Tags: heartbroken, love, relationships AuthorLindaELondon, United KingdomAboutCreative Esteemer and lover of all things beautiful, through both art and words. Oh and an avid PC gamer, I also love wine. more..Writing
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