Beating Heart

Beating Heart

A Poem by Ian Faraway

I hate the feeling of my heart
Pounding ferociously against my chest
I don't notice most of the time
Only when I am still and listening
It vibrates my very being
Like thunder ripping through me
It's maddening
That in those pulsing moments
I begin to wonder
"Is this even real?"
My heart drums on with strength
So there must be a reason
That it keeps playing
Or is it  merely a distraction
To keep me from seeing through this illusion
That many call Life?

I do not know
I do not have any answers
To the ever growing questions

© 2016 Ian Faraway

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Added on March 27, 2016
Last Updated on March 27, 2016
Tags: heart, confusion, living, purpose, reason, loathing


Ian Faraway
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Somewhere, NH

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