the bellowing tune and the unhurried bell, what is this siren? i could not comprehend!
is it laughter or sinister, lowered utter or powered voice? do you listen or do you hear, the sound of perceived and claims, the vocalized lies and games, a shaking earth from the mindless footsteps of everyone running to chase the world of money for power, because if none- then horror. climb to the top or scream at the highest note, reach the peak of your lungs, and kill yourself to find their sound,,,
Are we satisfied now?
YOU ARE READING
the Journey
PoetryQuoting the phases of persona's childhood; composed over the years in her distressed journey of emotions- compiled in this book of short poems. Welcome to 'the Journey'.
