My heart skips a beat..
Thomp. and everything goes down again
as in the second’s distress to move
forward on the clock it pushes itself back
and I rush to pump it again with all I got
it becomes a matter of minutes to level
the things put to rest
from where hours turned to dust
of days spent in hunger
for the skipped heartbeats
where heartbeats skipped people
by skipping a few hearts.