Beats of preservation

Each beat

pounding my chest brutally 

from the inside
 
just how all things come from
 
just like how all things go
 
the metaphor
that cannot be defined
 
the last one to say
"Im sorry"
 
But rarely does it stop
the ever panicking heartbeat
 
do it
 
apologize for a temporary salvation
from the pain,
let yourself be fooled.
 
Because the guilt scares us all,
but the punishment it will bring us,
will force us to instinct.
 
Instinct,
where no loyalty survives
where our only responsibility is ourselves.
 
to save our own
from what makes us uncomfortable
and what causes us grief.
 
Go ahead
 
Hurt for others.
just like human empathy commands.
 
Humanity,
wavering the line between selfish sympathy,
when we all know that;
these hearts only really beats for ourselves.
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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