sitting there in silence can you hear the people call
the sound of what is coming sending echo's down the hall
and poster of the missing sitting crooked on the wall
and constant reminiscing of of the child and the crawl
and when you finally touch the sound do you ask why its afraid
and when the sound does not have answers to the questions you have made
you smell the roses on the grave of the sound of which you laid
tell the sound to go away but you wish it would have stayed
now left searching for the meaning that the sound could not show
was there just not enough meaning for the sound to bestow
now the doubt starts to form and the thoughts start to grow
was it the sound didn't want to, or the sound didn't know
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Mr,apocalapse (Pseudonym) (
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Here I take sound as a metaphor referred to as an entity. A puzzling poem that begs the question of what it is that the sound is trying to tell or doesn't know. It seems to me that the sound in one's inner self.but I could be wrong. Well written
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