this heart beat
beat in rhythm
with the thunderstorms
the snap and crackle
of gloomy skies
revealing their story
at the skies teared up
releasing the congestion
of pent up emotion
this heartbeat
plays its own rhymes
the rhythm and poetry
that’s distilled
in the barrels of this organ
aged like wine
better with time
i shall release its story
let it flow like the rain
let the heart bleed out the pain
make use of blood as ink
to write hieroglyphs
to withstand the test of time
someday they shall analyse
the broken pieces
that made this hearts’ story
this heart will beat
like the African drum
calling fourth visions
illusions of a time it was whole