I can hear it. Every time I put on my headphones with no music playing. Every time I stay up too late and its just me awake....I hear it. As if a ticking time-bomb is inside me. Harboring inside my soul. I can hear it. The deafening sound of my core filling my ears. Its so quite, yet so loud. I can hear it. The sound of my beating heart as it pulsates and rips through my ears. Its sound taking over. Hearing nothing but the never ending drum of my own center. I can hear my Heart. As my lungs contract and I can no longer breath. The detrimental and completely horrifying sound that never leaves me. The sound of my heart beating through my chest.
I hear it.......and it never goes away;
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ash's poems
PoesíaThese are just some poems. I enjoy writing a lot so that's pretty much the extent of the situation. If you want me to write a poem for you I would be happy to so yes I'm open to request. And if you want to use one of my poems in a book then just ask...
