Shyla Contreras Poet Ballad

Albatross

The darkness
It surrounds me
It surrounds my heart
I feel it engulfing me
More and more
It grows larger and larger
With every breath
Every second

It is so hard to explain
My heart is heavy
Sad 
Weak
It is dying
This I know
For I feel it

Growing weaker with every beat
Every single solitary movement
My pulse gets slower with each passing day
Each passing hour
Each passing second

It is so hard to explain it
It is like death is taking over my body
Yet I am not dying
Not yet anyways
Eventually death will come
Not today though
Maybe not even tomorrow

But it will come
And my heart
My heart
Is preparing itself 
For when it does eventually
Have to stop pumping the blood
For when it eventually has to stop beating

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Jerry T Curtis September 9, 2015 at 7:47 AM That's just the body talking, when mine, starts feeding my mind that crap---I listen to my spirit instead. Like Casarah say's we all can relate to your thoughts here, with makes this a fine written piece

Casarah Nance September 9, 2015 at 7:17 AM I can relate to that feeling, we never know when our time is up...feed strength into your soul and let your heart beat love.