Somedays I wonder
As I listen and think
What will be the tune
Of my swan song.
Will it sound like
The breaking of a tired, worn heart
Or the hiss of the last sliver
Of hope, leaving a hefty soul.
Will it sound like the last sigh
Of a bird trapped, by her own device
The days pass her in a blur
And time stands still
And then it stops.
There are cracks within me
They bleed out darkness
And the echoes I hear make me wonder
If they will be the encore
Of my swan song.
Somedays I feel
I live in a cage of my own ambition
And I lie manacled by merit
Choking on shards of shattered dreams.
I close my eyes as a teardrop
Slides down my cheekbones
I wonder if it might be my last
But my eyes surprise me
And so does life.
They say love will be the religion
To unite us all
I wonder if it is pain
Pain, that inspired many swan songs
And I begin to hum.
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Introspection
PoetryThis is my collection of poems. They are like diary entries of my teenage years and signify my growth. I have been writing them for a while. Hope you enjoy it.
