Second Tick Poem by Hugh Green

Second Tick



My heart - hidden behind a smile and the madness of the moment
sheds eternal tears for the words it can not pronounce
No language exists to match the beating
No blood can follow suite

I drown in the emptiness that life no longer fills
I soar to lows unfathomed
Yet....
my heart,
my heart...
a song.

Monday, April 24, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: emptiness,madness
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Hugh Green

Hugh Green

Bayshore, New York
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