PULSE

Colder than death
A pendulum heart marks time
And a brain spins in timeless circles
All around an anonymous mind
And something probably matters
Though not much
Because nothing matters much
As the planet continues to turn
And life goes on

 By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Alison Gross]

Sad and not normally my thing, but was a decent poem in of itself.

[Phil Roberts]

thank you. it was one of those odd ones that seems to write itself despite whatever direction i wanted it to go in.