On a quiet stage,
He sits alone.
Slowly strumming,
One string at a time.
He whispers softly,
Careful not to wander off key.
The chorus picks up,
His face erupts.
Emotions blare,
Previously buried since birth.
His voice rings out,
Piercing every corner of the hall.
Careful to leave echoes,
Long after he is gone.
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Author:
brokenmirrors (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This is just a piece I was playing around with. Typically don\\\'t write in this style, so I\\\'d appreciate constructive feedback only!
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- Users favorite of this poem: Syd
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Comments1
I agree with tepo. I look forward to reading more from you.
- Syd
I very much appreciate you taking the time to read and for your reply!!
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