The ups and downs of familiar tones caress the restless drumming of my mind,
asphyxiation; freeing
and the long drought of silent nights hydrate my withered hide.
Unjust justice perhaps? Or just a tragic play to challenge the best of them, the world is my stage
I live the role I depict...
steady melodies usher my performance to its peak; the overwhelming realisation of absolute solitude
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Author:
Allysnewworld (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A brief look at the inside of my mind.
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Comments2
I loved the write. It seemed lonely but very well expressed.
Great write
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