It goes on
this heart of mine
even when i wished it ill
and tried to stamp out its beat
and banished it from all thought
still
a pulse can not be so easily silenced
a heart born with need to love cannot be quenched
and it goes on
without my resolve or fortitude
it goes on
rising above my defense wounds
and bitter demons
even when i had thought all was lost
and had given over to the fear
and reconciled myself to the emptiness
it goes on
struggles against my indifference and contempt
pitting will against mind
truth against fear
and it goes on
this heart of mine
even when i think it is beyond repair
and no longer in a functioning state
it stirs
beats
clambers for attention
it goes on
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