beatingA Poem by danclocks and hearts, beating in tune with time endingbeating
as my heart drums a rhythm past the beat of broken lives it shakes, it shudders, and breaks like finely manicured porcelain without the presence of cracks or chips.
the incessant rumble of fleeting time displayed, like a movie marquee, the clock….tick tock…. keeps running so fast, fast as children to a swing set in parks now closed and wrapped.
these hearts (and clocks) now stopped… needing shocked to life to begin anew, to repeat a newly struck beat…revives a life now finished, at last.
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