THE MUSIC'S SPELL
As the words come I sink,
Into the darkness,
They sooth me,
Wash over me as I sit there,
When the song ends I feel empty,
I rise from the darkness,
Even though I'm not ready,
The light fills my eyes,
I am blinded,
I miss my song,
The music comes back,
And I return to the darkness
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PoetryThe title says it all but I guess you guys can have a description. So when I think of a poem I'll put it in the back of my mind so I can publish it or if I have a pen and paper I will then write it down and save it. So very slow updates unless I pos...
