Notes flying around me
Jagged tenors running askew,
The aria rising higher and higher,
Disconcerting melodies,
Grating at my ears,
Lights flashing red and blue,
Speckled with white in between,
My world, my canvas,
It's bleeding all over,
Meshing with one another,
Leaving behind nothing,
For no one.
The glass ceiling reflects it all,
Nowhere to run,
Nowhere to hide,
The sounds of the piano echo through the halls,
As if a maestro gone mad,
It grows louder and louder,
And louder and louder
And louder and louder,
Even when I scream to stop,
It grows louder and louder,
Louder and louder,
Louder and louder.
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Whispers of the Mind
PoetryLocked up inside, the mind speaks to you. Sometimes, it tells you of your past wishes, sometimes it becomes the cause of your spirals, and even more times, it allows you to dream. What a wonderful place this world could be if everyone achieved their...
