Life's Song

I can feel it

Fast and strong under my palm

Beat, beat, beating

Healthy and happy it drums

Not pausing for anything

 

I can feel it slowing…

 Yet still present under my palm

Beating… Beating… Beating

Quietly and lonely it whispers

Pausing here and there in its song

 

I no longer feel it

Absent and cold now resting beneath my palm

No beats, No warmth, No rhythm

Silent and gone the beat has ceased

Gone forever for the battle has been lost

Author's Note

I love criticism.