Its nigh on nine In the evening. And I for the first time in too long Feel each heart beat leave This frail form Never to be heard again. And they are all different And some have gone unnoticed Sadly the preservation of life Sometimes bears no witness. The meticulous muscle un-felt As it pounds against all The could've been-s and maybes. Each gasping for the air My lungs are the warden to disperse. Held in a prison of bone and flesh Unseated and riled at the mildest stimuli Beating their own rhythm A pendulum marking its own time. The clock is broken and never to repeat And each beat is a second closer to its last It is in the dim candlelight and shadow That it screams the loudest. Why is a heartbeat so unforgiving And yet so unrelenting That at moments of peace we're hardly aware its there? And why when shadows cross a wall In a cast of two dimensional players Does it cheer so? Sometimes it is as if It will break free from my breast And beat no longer I can only hope That when it leaves Its in a rage of songs and fury And its departure does not go unnoticed.