A sound I'm too familiar with.
The one that starts out small.
Where you push it to the back of your mind.
Only to slowly think of it over time.
A sound that starts off simple.
The one that is a soothing tap.
Where you could fall asleep to rhythm.
Only to wake up to a "crack!"
A sound that progresses louder.
The sound of thunder's call.
Where you cower in your sheets at night,
Only to once again be calm.
A sound that is a cry
Is too loud to ignore.
Where it pounds on your head until you feel you are dead,
Only to finally know your heart has been mislead.
The sound of my heart breaking,
Is one I've heard before.
Where I am yet again, left helpless,
Only to feel that heartbreak will never end.
~a.k.
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Paint Swatch Poems
PoetryA collection of my thoughts expressed through the art of words. © Alyssa Koepke ____________________ To see my first book of poetry, check out Polaroid Poems.
