Have you ever existed in a song?
Filled so full of its sounds and charisma
You lose yourself so completely
In that feeling of elation
Euphoria
That thing where you just know…
This is it
How did I not know this existed?
Why have I missed so much
Wasted so much
Time
Energy
Brain power
When I could’ve found this?
I’m not good with words
I flit through the despairing library I call a brain
But nothing ever compares
Has never compared
To that state of completeness
Even, I scold myself now
Words are fickle
Never enough, not enough
These sounds and instruments
Are beyond the confines of human letters and symbols
Undefinable
Unexplainable
Irreplaceable
Forevermore
Is what they are
- Author: OnionAlone (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: December 17th, 2024 14:42
- Comment from author about the poem: I don't know, I think I've written it all in there. Like I said...I'm not good with words.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 1
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