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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A poem.

Submitted: September 27, 2016

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Submitted: September 27, 2016



I missed my time...


By eleven minutes

Inside my chest,is there somethingin it?

Does a beat define the human existence

Inside a cage..

..It skips a beat

Alump that jumps out of my throat

Landing on the ground at my feet

..tastes like gold.

Over the course of time

The organ decays

Leaving behind

Nothing but a shell forgotten 

With its beat still ringing

Can it be? 

The source of all this hurting 

Is the organ lying at my feet

I stamp it out

It leaves the earth without a sound

The organ that hurt me 

No longer attached 

To a human body 

It's been dispatched

Wiuth haste and hate

Along with all the pain


But I still hear it in my brain

The beat..beat..beat

Like the pouring rain...

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