Lifes Pulse

Lots of agony.... Equal tears... Son, brother, friend, foe... Buried, becoming one with the earth... Threats, condolences, accusations... All without thought by some... Some with thoughts from deep... One less heart beats, while many bleed... Painful healing like a razors cut... Like blood oozing slow rivulets... Feelings deepen to the point... Of being so low like gravity... Drawing the blood to the lowest point... The uphill climb begins... With the beating of loving hearts... Surrounding those in despair... Feeding those with love and positivity... Light at the end shines brighter each day... Memories being the ray.