Beat on in faithful rhythm


The mornings are mist-laden, draped in cotton-soft clouds.
A saffron surge of sunlight unfurls.
Hens stir, sounding alarms to mechanical minds.
Friends remain gentle, warm with quiet care.

My heels aligned with the urgency of the moment,
striving to chase a train already departed.
Heavy breaths inhales and exhales held their strength,
yet the roaming mind proved far more relentless.

Home rests in stillness and ease,
yet thoughts hum restlessly.
At times, my family’s voices slip past unheard,
while my heartbeat speaks with piercing clarity.

The world beyond shows kindness,
but the ache within my chest shows none.
Beat on, in faithful rhythm
for should you stop, the soul cannot endure.


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