Can you hear it?
Rolling through the breeze?
It moves so well.
Tending to the fields of ease.
The meadows moan.
The Scarlet's Spring.
The summer angels.
Begin to sing.
Not a day goes by.
Where I hardly think.
Enveloped in thought.
Tales told at brink.
Can you hear it?
Can you feel it?
Untold days spent?
Dormant to melodies.
Of inner torment.
Days so cold.
Stories untold.
Am I free?
I'll never know.
I miss the days.
Of untold oaths.
I miss the songs.
Of poems I wrote.
Can you feel it?
I'm done with tears.
I'm loose of hate.
Throw down my chains.
Am I free to sate?
I can hear my cries.
I can feel my pain.
I'm done with this.
I've been so ashamed.
Feel my words.
I'm done with the names.
I'll never traipse.
Through another game.
These are my cries.
I'm satisfied.
This is my story.
I wrote these lines.
Can you hear it?
YOU ARE READING
Pity Party (2016)
PoetryPity Party delves deep into the mind of my inner thoughts. I've kept these emotions bottled up for years and figured a concept album could help release the pressure.
