Friday, September 2, 2016


For whom the heart thumps so loud-
wherefore burns in agony?
Why sing to this mundane crowd
who wrench it repeatedly?
The clock ticks to alter fate,
unconcerned with time and cause.
And the heart tussles with haste
until its untimely pause.
And this hustle will not cease.
Memory is on short lease.

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