A hammered heart

A hammered heart is the perfect percussionist,
Beating to the rhythm of rhyming allusions
Illuminated illusions-
Thoughts of her

The warmest may passes in a motion blur,
A mirage stirred by my hopeful breathing,
An impatient sun is seething,
Resolutions burning proud

I feel the music is a bit too loud
Trapping hope alive
The jazz and the jive
All dying a bit too slowly

Lying to a love laying lowly
Sinking as I speak
With all feathers and beak
Droning as I’m drowning down

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