The constant beeping of the heart rate machine,
Can keep clouds sailing adrift.
The sugar-sweet melodies of memories with
random breezes fluttering past the tilted hospital window.
The vague whistle in the leaves,
is the mere distraction keeping the tears from spilling any second.
The sun streaming sunlight onto the opaque blinds,
Can shade my eyes from drowning into the gloom of fear.
The devillish fear reminding; pestering...that the weak heart beat before me,
Is oblivious to greeting death.
It taunts me with the reality of it,
As does the slowing beeping of the heart rate machine.
Your heartbeat sings a song to me,
It will always win my favour, my love, my only heart.
And when that faint rhythm fades it will be the end of your song,
And then my song will have to stop too.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
PRO ILLUSIO (poetry)
Поэзия(Latin - English) PRO ILLUSIO - For Illusion 'Sometimes it is the people who no-one imagines anything of, who do the things no-one can imagine.' -Alan Turing Every poem, every quote, is like a person. Each one portrays a part of a person, whether it...
