Personal Poetry

Battle of the Heart

Thump, Thump

Hard and fast my heart ache beats

like a stone it falls, heavy, down from my head,

with a rumbling, pounding rhythm

the sharp and forceful beats 

of a stone thrown hard against cold concrete 

this stalling, this still, this constant pain,

ripping, tearing through me, hard, fast

from bone to vain

Pit pat

 my cold heart struggles

to pump the last of its scarlet fluid 

pass the reservoirs, to break the levees,

those barriers, strong and wide 

not yet ready to surrender,

to bow their heads down before those waters

forcing their way in, without permission

Boom Boom

wills clash in a never ending struggle

A battle even on both sides is too much trouble.

Far, far my burning eyes stare

into the deep, bleak oblivion of my ceiling, bare

Crying, searching desperately to find

the strength to over power this pain,

this war, this pointless battle. 

To scream louder than the drums 

and the cries of war of the scarlet waters.

To stand stronger than the levees 

reaching out both hands, 

demanding, commanding,

peace. 

To lift up my voice 

screaming, shouting, 

No More, No More, No More

I only wish 

to sleep!