The pain was a little too much for me,
An end to it all, I just couldn't see,
So I decided to write and with it to go far,
Using the words whilst I played my guitar.
On the days of total joy and sunshine,
With feelings and urges oh so fine,
I decided to use the words and make a little show,
Playing the black and white keys of my piano.
For a day with feelings completely mixed,
The words in my heart I completely fixed,
Writing it all down in the form of prose,
I decided with my violin, I'd play many shows,
So for each and every kind of day, I decided to write,
Playing the words for everyone in sight,
To make myself and my life heard,
Coupled with a catchy tune, I used many a word.
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A Voice Unheard - Part II: Poetry
Poetry"A Voice Unheard" is an anthology of both prose and poetry covering topics related to human life and the struggles humans go through manoeuvring human relationships. It deals with issues that people don't normally feel comfortable expressing or deal...
