The constant drum beating, is this my forever song?
Will I hear only my breathing before too long?
Is this dull ache something I can ignore?
Or will it be the last thing I feel before I am no more?
Do I believe the stars who have never lied?
Or my brain's fallacy that I have already died?
Will I ever feel the winter chill
Or climb another sloping hill?
Will I have the chance to meet someone,
Or have I come too far undone?
The lies have worked so far.
Why would they fail me now?
My tally sheet shall not be marred.
This shall not be my final vow.
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Foreign Heart - A Poetry Collection
PoetryEmotions continue to perplex me, and this is me simply trying my hardest to understand where they come from and what they mean.
