Hello! Hello! Hello? Is anyone there? Can you hear it. Hear that noise? How can you miss it, it’s so loud! Thump, Thump, Thump! Pound, Pound, Pound! It’s getting closer! It’s getting Louder!
Hello! Hello! Hello? Do you hear it now? It’s the heart inside of my body The one that keeps me alive, Yet the one that slowly kills me inside.
Hello! Hello! Hello? Can you tell me? Tell me what’s this feeling that I’m Feeling? I can’t breath! Help My heart is failing! I’m Short of breath, I need to rest, Help me!
Hello! Hello! Hello? I don’t know what to do! I can’t think straight! It’s hard to breath. It’s hard to deal, with the Thump, Thump, Thump Pound, Pound, Pound that gets closer and louder until it takes over! Takes over my body, my mind, my soul! Until I have no control!!!!!
Hello! Hello! Hello? Is anyone there? Do you hear that. Tell me do you hear that noise? The noise of my heart beating in a rhythmic pattern To the Melody of Power and Strength! It was Hard at first, but I survived! I take it one day at a time!
Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! Until the next time you make me cry, I will stand strong, on my own two feet. Why? Because I always defeat this pain inside That I try to hide!
Absent deliberate intervention vis a vis suicide, supposed “natural” longevity of generic human primate ride ding bareback across avast broke back mountain minus pride defies accurate prediction, though hypothetical projections can override unknown factors, whereby excluding misfortune nationwide (and/or globally
Goodbye, land and farewell, woman Never was the pleasure mine Of drunken slumber on your lap Nor the warmth of hand on hand Never the sizzle of lip on lip Or the balm of quietly being Never did I explore
I ain’t a poet, I ain’t a writer, I am just someone who’s gonna lose something soon. Who knew, eventually, colors would change over years, who knew, bidding bye would bring tears. Who knew, a thousand days, a million smiles,
the winds are becoming numbing needles to my skin again. the whistling of the night is entering the day covering up the sun to my happiness. the bullying was a distant memory from my mind now fresh to my soul.