If the beat ceased

Would there be a care?

Is there a soul that

Would shed a tear?

Or should all see a

Famine of Egypt.

I wonder why this curse!

Or is it a blessing of relief?

The restraint on my heart,

Is greater to my mind.

The ache of remaining stagnant,

Cursed to a pain only Hades will know!

Never whisper the word,

For when you do,

It is a permanent path.

Each tear for each fall.

But show it not,

For you shall admit defeat.

My body can go so far,

I ache at the chains intended for Hercules

For I can no longer stand.

I've prolonged defeat.

I must now admit and fix for eternity.

Not for those who won't cry,

But for I who must smile.

The intelligence claimed on earth is nothing,

One claims a certain path,

Another refutes.

Caring of themselves,

But what of my heart?

I would wager their care.

When my fate arrives

Shall Noah need to revisit?

I am happy to never see,

For only I shall the pain.

Awaiting the day,

My defeat is sentenced.