Thud, thud, thud.
Surrounded in darkness, the silence was overwhelmingㅡexcept for that sound, and I wondered.
Thud, thud, thud.
Was it the sound of a birdㅡtapping it's beak lightly on the window, looking for some crumb?
Thud, thud, thud.
The sound of bees flying around their hive, traveling back and froㅡfrom flower to flower, to make honey, in a hum?
Thud, thud, thud...
Or was it the sound of an instrument, playing to a silent beat,
A drum?
Thud...Thud, thud...
The irregular sound confused meㅡsounding even fainter, playing in a far distance.
Why did it sound so glum?
Thud...thud...
Silence engulfed me into its dark embrace,
I couldn't struggleㅡfor it was too strong. I had to succumb.
Thud...
I was too late to realize, the beating of a heart.
It was already goneㅡand so was I.
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My Life
PoetryMy life before. My life now. My life forever. ***** WARNING: includes subjects such as depression and suicide.