Poem

They say that life begins with a beat of a heart

The flame that flickers to keep at bay the dark

But what is a heart

A name that someone gave a part

A thing that beats and hammers my chest

More expensive than all of the best

It may tare and rip with each heartbreak

But it will keep on beating until it breaks

And so life ends with a beat of a heart

Pulsating

Flatline

Life's gone

Its dark

- Martin. W. W