I feel the rising waters deep within
My heartbeat quickens and I cannot breathe
No relief or salvation from my kin
My blessed quiet they constantly thieveA broken symphony of deep horror
I am a conductor trying to fix
The screeching instruments of my torture
A poisonous potent musical mixI try to help myself work better, but
The only thing I do is make it worse
I dig myself into a deeper rut
It feels like I will wake up in a hearseI feel I am a broken symphony
Trying to make up what's been hurt by me
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Broken Symphonies
PuisiA collection of sonnets and free verse, among other styles of poetry.