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 became 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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