What happened to singing?
Writing songs out of tune,
They used to be so happy,
I wrote them for you.
I would sing so loudly,
My confidence was real,
Now my words are whispers,
Lost in the pain you’ve made me feel.
Maybe not on purpose,
But you’ve put a tune to my sadness,
Whispers to my voice,
They’re no longer happy,
I no longer write for you.
The only place you hold in my verses,
Is a cause for pain,
It’s sad it has come to be this way,
Singing is no longer the same.
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Author:
Kaelyn Jade (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 29th, 2025 21:28
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Comments1
A very sad poem when you take away one's music you have killed their spirt, when you take away one's words you have murdered their freedom and a slave without a soul is no more than a shell. A good write
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