The Beat of My Heart

by Chyrelle   Jan 25, 2006


I stare at my heart,
As it beats on the floor.
It's been ripped out,
And stomped on,
And chopped up into pieces.
Though it has been mutilated
It continues to beat.
Thump, thump, thump,
Thump is how it goes.
It was dislocated by my lover.
The one I loved the most.
The one I gave my heart to.
But after they decided
That it no longer had any use.
They destroyed and mocked it.
Then turned around and left,
Left me lying there
In a pool of my blood.
Wasting away, alone, cold, lonely.
As the last life drains from my body,
I close my eyes and wait,
Wait until I can no longer
Hear the beat of my heart.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Athan

    This is one of the best poems that doesnt rhyme that i have read, i usually dont like poems taht dont ryhme, but this one is good. Comment back if u will