The End of The Heartbeats

Solange Prado on Aug 11, 2009

When you have nothinng left and the life is almost finished.

The air is thicker

My lungs are full

Can’t take air

Can’t expel it

I’m not breathing

It’s impossible

Can’t talk

Can’t scream

There is no one around

There is no one to save me

Chores, expectations,

Growing obligations,

Are suffocating:

My heart, my life,

My creativity, my mind.

I’m dying,

From inside to outside.

The smiles are stopping.

Little by little

The bad, the anger,

The meanness

Are installed.

There is only a straight line on the screen….

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Comments (7)

Marie Milton on Aug 11, 2009
I can relate very much to this poem : )
Perhaps you might find my ‘Without the tears’ and ‘Just like a Stone’ poems similar…

Thanks for sharing and keep it up : )
Marie
martie on Aug 11, 2009
well said but depressing….must say I prefer something uplifting.
Littlekid137 on Aug 11, 2009
They fixed Authspot!! Very nice poem. You are very talented.
Steve Newman on Aug 11, 2009
Good poem.

Read some Walt Whitman.
maranatha on Aug 11, 2009
“Little by little, the bad, the anger, the meanness are installed”

I need to chew on this a little. Well done, I can picture a lot of this.
BenJammin14 on Aug 16, 2009
Wow! You truly have talent
ducroisjosef on Aug 21, 2009
Very contemporary, and your writing seems to have noticeably improved. It’s good to see growth, I’m impressed.

Hi there!