Jason Powell


Irregular


My heart still pumps most irregular
It fills me with fear and reality
I live for the raised pump that flows through me
A feeling that no soul can relate
I live for the smile that's bound to me
And the memories that I safely create
For my beating heart is still irregular
As the feeling of joy still remains

Submitted: Saturday, October 26, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, October 29, 2013
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I have heart palpitations, and as much as it's scary, it's also thrilling, the human body amazes me, how it wants to survive regardless of state of mind.

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