Creativity · My Pensieve

Awaiting Silence


Everyday, every moment,
Drum beats of time
Enter my soul
Disturb my mind.
Incessantly,
Unendingly,
Their throbs increase my heartbeat
Until all I hear
is the percussion
Of blood
Flowing in a mortal shell
Which will crack open
To reveal nothing
But the goo
Of flesh broken down
By the constant thumping
And pounding.

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