Vague

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I feel the pounding of my heart
The race that isn’t run on the streets
The beat that isn’t played by the drums
It’s the rhythm of fear

Boom
Boom

My heart cries out to you
My soul hurts for you
I feel the pain that you’re masking
The drugs you take are breaking me

Ripping
Agony

I long to heal you
To take away your hurt and pain
But you’re a master of avoidance
Always running away

Scared
Alone

Is it shame you feel
That keeps you at arms length
You should know that I love you
And that will never change 

Brother
Friend

You are my blood
There is nothing
That could break my heart
More than your pain

I
Love
You

In response to The Daily Post Prompt Vague

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  1. Pingback: Vagueness as the magic of creation! – Nicolas Heartmann

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