It’s the rain
Incessantly pounding
On a tin rooftop,
It’s the veins
Throbbing
Inside your head
On a dingy afternoon,
It’s the kitchen door,
On the floor beneath you,
Being slammed
Again and again,
It’s the rhythm,
The rhythm of a heartbeat,
Prompted by feelings
Of anxiety,
Of adrenaline,
Of passion,
Of love
And of life.
Bang,
Bang,
Bang,
Bang,
Bang....
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