Pulse
As the anticipation persists
And tension mounts
The confrontation beckons
And the only proof of life
Is the pounding
Of my heart in my ears.
Blood makes noise
And the pulse
Is all that centers me.
My vision tinges red
My breathing becomes erratic
And my senses are deceived
To believe that
What once was desired
Is now nauseating.
Reality crushes in
And the ache is unbearable
Leaving only blood
And its pulse to prove
That life is still there.
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