Heart Bomb
Time: It is what moves the world
pushing us into corners
squeezing the final life moments from our very soul
letting us think we have the upper hand and all the control.
In our chest
beats a bomb...
ticking away and chalking up our time here
leaving us with just enough time to sit and think of death in fear.
We neglect our shelter
we penetrate our walls
we sacrifice our health for media and trend
then with illness comes time beating at your life as you try to be strong, fight & defend
You're heart
a place
god made
for life to gain its very start.
Is also the place
for one's end...
how smart.
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