Tired Heart

They call
the sound
heartbeat.

I think
I know
just why:

Battered
by time,
by age,

choices,
both bad
and worse.

It fights,
clenches
a fist

against
my ribs,
railing

against
the walls
of me,

so worn,

so tired

from all
of this.

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  1. Trent Lewin says:

    But you will persevere. Because you have to. You just do.

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