Time stops. Darkness all around me as I
Look out my window. The sun is shining.
What it this? I feel it in the blue sky.
My ears listen to the sound of nothing.
My heart beats to the crashing thump of the
Bass. This tears me apart, but gives me peace.
I listen. I hear. I stop. I'm in a
World that I do not know, that has become quiesce.
Yet, it is so booming that I cannot
Bear it. Pause. Come back to the real world. Please.
Should I? I don't want to go, but I aught
To leave. Happiness should come on my knees.
The world will leave a bitter ring in my
Ears. Christ comes with happiness in the sky.
Quiesce: To become quiet or quieter
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There is hope
PoetryHi! My name is Leslie! These poems are based off of my life experiences, and my perspectives on certain topics; some were also high school assignments. These are some poems that I wrote, I hope that you like them. I don't add them very often, but wh...
