I live the days listening to life
a dead life which begs to be ended
but I tell myself--with no faith
"I am not dispensable"
Sometimes it is stronger
the rare times,
those days when my smile is true
when the world is crumbling
the days I believe
"I am a diamond"
Beat...
Beat...
Beat...
It continues and I listen
the delicate flower
which dies at first exposure
and I think of the thin layer,
the fine skin that stops the blade
and every time I convince myself
"I am not weak"
A drained version of the once live beat
on the very edge of the border
a thin line separating it from obliteration
a blur that mixed death and life
"Maybe I am not worth it"
The glinting blade is a beauty
the ticket to an open door
all I had to do was walk through it
and I had that ability
Beat...
Beat...
Beat...
Silence...
The door has been walked through
Heartbeat ~ Zenith Ringmaster
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Spiritual Sensation
PoetryThis Poetry book can be depressing at times. There are will be a few humorous poems but the majority is deep and soul touching. Beware. Everything written in this book is copyrighted and may not be taken under any other name unless authorized. ꧁༺ᵶḝ...
