Heartbeats.

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
don't ask. please please please don't ask, because i don't understand it myself.

it's really quite terrible, but...don't let my neverending self-esteem issues sway your opinion.

you be the judge.

Submitted: October 28, 2009

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Heartbeats
 
The awakening sun
Brought a whisper
From somewhere
Buried deep.
Tick, it said.
Then, tock, it said.
Tick and tock and tick and tock.
Ceaseless seconds–
Heartbeats.
 
The tick of timers
Brings evidence of an end.
Mortality runs deep within,
A taste so bitter
It makes us choke.
Each ding we hear
Reminds us of our own
Inevitable
End.
 
To some, the tick
Is not of timer
But of a clock.
The ticking and tocking
Are not means to an end,
But hints to a beginning,
The sweet joy of
Eternity,
Of Invincibility.
 
But he who knows
That timers run out
Is wise
If he also believes
That the heart of
Everything
Is time.
And time is
Everlasting.


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