12/6/13

Here it is
Still beating
Still wet with tears
From uncounted years
Of monotony

Under a sorrow stained pillow
Hanging limp like the willow
outside the glass

In a scream filled room
I left it for dead
Tired of its incessant wants
Fed up with its dreaming

But its continuous thumping
Thump, thump, thump...
Its harassing bumping
Bump, bump, bump...
Led me back here

I will be clear

It's not you I fear
Or for whom I've shed tears
It's my heart
And what it can do to me

So, I've picked it up
And dusted it off
And locked it away
Because
The damn thing is still beating

P.Frias 2013