Muscles aching, feets spraining,
bellys throbbing, eyes shut tight,
whereas my hearing has been acting like a black hole
sucking every part of the melody
consuming every beat;
whereas my mind has been acting like a forest
silence blending with breathing
as well as listening to the music of life
and then it comes again.
No problem, at least I got a break,
for a little while the voices were quiet.
-She sang along, contrasting the song.
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
