The Heart Defeated

January 15, 2018
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The heart is the sole
Ticking time-bomb that you can’t
Prevent from detonating.

The heart wills itself
To beat, to flutter, to react.
It tortures its host.



It will release us like dust
From uncertain heights.

The nectar will cease
And as celest’ial corpses,
Our power recedes.

But even in death
A poet breathes fluently
Verse by aching verse.

Rhythm is always
Our pulse continued despite
The confined heart’s life.

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