She floats down a strip of gray
Unaware of it all
Her dance as light as a wingbeat
Her music, like a thorn;
A piercing din
A deafening silence
A life of misery & pain.
"It's simple," they say
"She forgot her place,
Her punishment'll be an unbroken tearstain."
Yet her face was bliss
Her love, untouched
But even the smile on her face
Was a useless crutch.
Her thoughts ran a marathon
And fought a war at the same
"Why must you be silent?"
Is the question, they would claim.
Me being like this?
It's an answer you should know
I sing myself secret songs
Before the rooster crows.
They say thoughts are the loudest silence
Then why is this my loudest scream?
These screams of midnight moon, unheard
Will be seen, within a dream.
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So I wrote this one like a year ago. Tell me if you want to use it anywhere. PLEASE tell me where I can improve!
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SonstigesJust a general rant book 😁. Got to get some of these thoughts out. Poems, suggestions, stories, and maybe some songs 😊😋. Hope you can find it within yourselves to try and bear with this whack-a-doodle!!
