Still

For every day that goes by
There is one less beat to my heart
Until the day it stops
Let the silence pause its cry

Lone in all that is madness
His thoughts will shout no more
For in all of desperation
She will feel no more sadness
Though loving her, still

Reviews

[Dr. YumnaKay]

and beats are what keep us going, sometimes in a person is where we find it in us to keep moving on ...
'no more sadness', hm, I wonder if such a thing exists.
Your poem speaks to me.

[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

Thanks k you for reading. It really does keep us going, especially when it beats for someone else.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I agree... you're welcome. A pleasure reading (: