Something has happened,
To my blood-pumping vessel.
I cannot find it in this frame.
The beat that once drowned thoughts,
Has vanished, not present.
I search the halls of my consciousness,
Peek through the corners,
Look through the windows of my eyes.
But to no avail.
Alas, the vessel has disappeared,
Or simply refuses to show its presence.
It did not even whisper a good-bye.
Something has happened,
To my blood-pumping vessel.
It has become the anonymous survivor,
In this empty frame.
11:11 a.m. - 2018-05-10
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