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Drops in the Ocean
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2009 Every moment the secondhand clicks
The tides come and go on some distant shore.
Stars in the heavens shine and fade out
With the continual beating of my broke heart.
Notes are written as the professor speaks
And a schoolchild falls to the ground
Screaming and crying without any sound
Uncertain of basic bodily function.
Why have the lungs depleted of oxygen
Or this red liquid leak from the wound?
But no question is asked concerning my heart
The pounding organ within my chest.
Its burning ache and fear of disdain
Relocates emotion throughout all that I am.
Joints do not move and breathing is labored
As brain function turns its focus to you.
No work to be finished;
No activity thoroughly enjoyed.
Every moment the secondhand clicks
May as well be spent counting
- drops in the ocean.
lovely is this poem indeed