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
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Written on 2024-04-13 at 02:57
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