All I hear is the thrum of my heart in my ears.
louder beneath the water.
Amazing how loud it is
when most of your life you don't even notice it.
Beating away relentlessly to make sure you live.
How lonely and angry it must feel when you waste that life.
It works so hard for us.
Or is it just an uncaring entity that works because it should?
Only doing what it was designed to do.
Nothing more.
Wasting away its own existence to parallel what we do with our lives.
Mindless work?
I'm not sure.
When I look at the flicker cast of light across the wall,
Here in the dark,
The clench that grips inside loosens a bit and the beat in my ears relax.
My heart knows the way, beneath this water,
To a heavenly place.
Peaceful and quiet, or fiery and loud.
No matter, I am taken there.
Daydreaming, smiling.
From sheer joy
Of the places I can go.
The thrum threatens my ear drums now,
nearly deafening, but not clenched as before.
Released from it's cage.
Freedom?
Perhaps.