A rhythm beats in my chest,
Rapidly beating, this feeling I protest.
An uttered truth of deep regret,
Shocking memories I wont forget.
Winter silently shadowing a summer day,
Trying to sleep with a false hope of everything being okay.
I keep telling myself to breathe,
As I sit in shock I don't want to believe;
And repeating to myself: "It's just a dream."
Sitting, in fear I've lost you, your name I scream.
I'm startled by the words I hear,
The rhythm in my chest beats faster with every tear.
The rhythm in my chest, now tattered and jaded;
The tune it carried, now broken and faded.
Many internal wounds, healing, many scars left behind.
Too many things we take for granted, because we are so blind.
I hope to never again be given something I cannot see,
Never again will I let some false reality bind me.
Please be nice...I know I'm no Emily Dickinson...