Pound

A Poem by Michael Xavier

My pulse is pounding

Receptors racing,

veins veering,

nerves not comprehending

My tongue moves far too slow for the temperamental intentions

My pulse is pounding

My heart is racing

Brain breaking, pain protruding,

(THINGS ARE MOVING TOO FAST)

My pulse is pounding

My heart is racing

My heart i-

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Added on December 18, 2017
Last Updated on December 18, 2017

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