|My Beating Heart
Author: DoodleMountain PM
My pen name, PatheticEmpathetic, offers a lot of insight for this poem. I feel what others feel, and so I do my best to help others. However, sometimes others forget that I, too, am human, and can be overextended.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry - Words: 76 - Published: 01-14-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3092161
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Why all this talk of death and destruction,
When whats right is to live this life?
Living is seemingly defined by dysfunction,
None goes through life without strife.
I lay the blame,
For all the pain,
in the monsters palms.
On my sleeve my heart,
To be torn apart,
By hands violently asking for alms.
These hands, I see, connected,
To pairs of gangly arms.
I cant be resurrected,
If they choose to do me harm.