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Poem - Untitled (The Beating Drum)

 

Right now I feel like running,

I’ve nothing to stay here for.

 

I lie awake at night with tears

Streaming down my face

Like a waterfall from my eyes.

 

The salty drops I’ve come to know,

Come to fear,

Come to love.

 

My only friends.

 

The only ones that know me;

Know how I feel.

 

My heart beats.

Not because it wants to,

Not because I command it to;

It just does.

I can’t stop it – I wish I could.

 

The beats echo in my mind

Like a marching band.

It lingers on and on.

 

Oh, how I long for it to just

 

Stop.

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