Hearts Beat Poem by Edward Webb

The Heart by fact beats, Why? is not as clear,

For when beats do increase,
Feeling excitement or through fear,

What, which, causes that, Is not so set exact
Each have fears and desirables,
none matching to exacting fact,

Some of those whom have denied their heart,
Have a beat null changing felt,
whose days still have a muffled drum,
a long funeral march to death,
Till the day beats are silent,
so body sits fading in days heavy
Living numb to a world,
whose universe is to them fading,
,

These are souls that cleft of guest, the ship has sailed from the wharf,
leaving behind its cargo,
No trust even in their own thought,