Pulse

There's this pulse, it consumes me, distracts me, controls me through the day. Nothing can contain it, maintain it, keep my sanity in. Why must I be cursed with this pulse that persists? Is this what I deserve, the payment for the life I lived? Somebody stop this, I want to scream “Save Me!” but the world wouldn’t understand. They’d mock me, stalk me, brand me deep in my skin. I try to pray, but this pulse, it has me tied by my wrists, I can’t even bow, whisper, breathe beyond its demand. Here I am, condemned, alone, afraid of where I am, sitting with this pulse, ravishing me deep within.