The hammer

The steady beat of a heart can drive you insane
when you think it should stop due to your sadness
but it beats on and on despite your discomfort
like a sledgehammer pounding on my chest
and you hold the splintering handle
I look away, but it still comes-
shortness of breath and loss of words
even as the force drives me down
it just keeps going, never to end
a perpetual anganizing rhythme
in which thoughts and sorrow can not hold any meaning
I muttered some words but you kept going
nervous and sick I fell to the ground
while you stood proud of your accomplishment