Heart Failure

A heart is not a modern clock,
So strong and constant, selfless,
Serving you in perpetuity.
It's more like the old mainspring
Kind. It must be tended or it
Slows and stops, and,
Over time, it weakens, serving
Unreliably. You've been careless
With my heart, and now it barely
Ticks for you. It won't be long before
You find that it has ceased to move
At all, and, shortly after that,
I'll learn it also will refuse
To beat for me.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-03-07 at 23:43

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