A Heartbeat From Hell

Doesn’t really have one…
The echoes of fallen tears taunt my haunted mind,
My hands tremble with the grief you’ve caused,
And every beat brings another pang of pain,
As though another pin has been pushed, deep into my breaking heart.

And though I know you never meant to hurt me,
And your intentions were always good,
I cannot clear my head and so today I wander helplessly,
Like another lost soul on the borders of heaven.

And now I see you standing there your warm arms open wide,
And how I would give anything to stand unhindered at your side,
But heartache rules over my tender spirit tonight with an iron fist,
And so with every last effort that I can muster I turn and run.

For endless miles and miles I flee from you,
You who commands my feelings; my every love and hate,
For every loving thought you kindle that you extinguish with a flash of haste,
I can run along the borders of heaven, but I’ll only meet you again at the end.

And so into your empty arms I faithfully leap,
Will you catch me? Or will I fall hopelessly forever?
I shall never know for here trapped always I will remain,
Surrounded by my falling tears, reaching out to your hands.

Have I stumbled on the borders of heaven,
Or am I just heartbeat away from hell.

By Frances Brake
Published: 5/9/2005
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