DOWN BEAT

Not feeling upbeat,
Were do I go.
My heart has given up,
It's twenty beats to slow.

There's so much more,
That I could give.
If only I had,
A reason to live.

I don't feel it anymore,
Not the plunging of the knife.
It's like summer acid rain,
Burning away my life.

Strengthening my fears,
For me this seems to be.
My claustrophobic,
Acrophobic years.



Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-04-13 at 02:57

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in the 80's, one uses to speak a lot about the acid rains and the hole in the ozone layer. Today, it's more about the melting of the glaciers of the north pole and the tsunami's
2024-04-13