Pulse
I wrote to remember
each word a memory of moments in time
like a heartbeat, they show ups and downs
a string of film, simple and not complex
showing a joker with a fallen crown
Over 500 pieces written
each one more complex then the next
words spoken yet fell upon deaf ears
to death ears these words fall
Did I capture life or did it slip?
Pieces or fragments of a heart
lost within sands of time
whether due to negligence or stupidity
life and time a beautiful and ungraceful curse
wishing for more and gaining nothing
for a writer without words... is a heart without a pulse.
