Pulse

by lonelynow   Oct 10, 2007


Cold fingers press on a distorted wrist
She feels her life struggle past
Her heart ticks its weary countdown
Beating away future mistakes
But Mother can no longer kiss it better
She's chewing on nothing but flesh now
And her dark eyes implore -
Silent heart, beat no more.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Aussie

    WOW...
    AMAZING...
    that poem can be taken in so many derictions. it almost make most promblems look the same. look forward for more:)