jordyn's poetry book

The beat of the heart*

Next time I wish I could be there for you,
Until day breaks and I must fall asleep.
But you are left alone across the world.
Without such words but promises to keep.

Keep me in mind as you traverse the earth.
And someday soon I'll come right back to you.
We hope until there is nothing to lose.
The end is all I really know is true.

It's true or false, not somewhere in between.
My life is but a grey cloud in the sky.
In darkness we all know that danger creeps.
Yet I can't bring myself to wonder why.

*This is a poem written in iambic pentameter (the meter to which Shakespeare wrote his plays). It is how humans naturally speak and mimics the beat of the heart.