Heartless
What is that thing, that beating thing
That wrestling thing
Within
That weighs me down
So much that I can't comprehend
The beginning
The end
This thing
It keeps beating
Again
And again
And again
Though it beats for no one
It only causes pain
This wrestling
Why keep it?
No one knows its name
It beats in vain
In solitude
Echoing in time
To the thumping inside
This brain
This cage
I'm hell bent
Today
I just want it to be quiet.
poem by God Diaries
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