Image by JusTee

Beginning to End

There was a heartbeat

Guiding steps along linen walls

Almost a guide

And a fault to the end.

Whispers loud

Machines comforted chaos

To the grasp of life

And perseverance of death.

Until peace was music

Misery’s parade done and over

For one then

But never for all.

And then the years

Like all other families before

When time was a friend

Until it was no more.

So to wait

And regret the minutes later

Because learning never from before

Suffocates breath back of possibilities.

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