It's a chant
It's a melody
That has enchanted me
That has bewitched me.
It's a rasp
It's a grumble
That has embraced me
That has carressed me.
It's a sweetness
It's a harmony
That has stabbed me
That has killed me.
It still resonates
It still echoes
On those lonesome nights
When I rue my life.
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Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
