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.

 

Inevitably:

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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