TOWN CRIER
The heart beats, but
I can’t dance anymore,
Its music is bitter within
Like a sting on the foot.
Knees freezing down,
Can’t make single step,
I, the desperate soldier,
Putting arms aside, sole
Pick rest on the elbow.
It is marking a new phase
Once everything being lost,
Fighting self battle, winner
Win a stack of regrets.
Heightening head more,
Tears oblige it to the earth,
Its shame bulky to bear, too
Light to keep them flowing.
My voice call is deafening
Akin to that of the town crier,
Awaking those expiring on beds,
That can make that dance again.
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