It wouldn't stop beating from inside its cage. The noise it made when I wanted it to stop could succumb me to a mindless rage.
Yet, it kept beating and beating and beating some more. Until the noise summoned me to the entrance of its isolated door. I gazed into its cage, it was hiding in the dark corner just out of my vision. Yet, it just kept beating at the walls until the prison around it started to dwindle. I wanted to see it... I wanted to see what was shrouded in the shadows beating down the walls seeking attention. I tried opening its door in order for it to go free... So I searched until I found the jailers key. As I turned it inside the lock it slowly opened the door... And then, my heart started to beat me to the floor.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heart beating means I am living, good one.