Sound

Sound

A Poem by Chilson, Joshua
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I poem relating to sound, music, an old passion.

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  I'm sorry you cannot hear me,
absent sound,
though my lips move,
through them you hear nothing.

  So you can't see me,
no crystal ball,
as I pass you feel the shift in the wind,
but the room is always empty.

  Alone like in my past,
stored away in dark spaces and locked doors,
I close my eye's,
wishing all away.

  Slowly I fall,
waiting to hear glass break,
this room I have made still untouched,
unbroken and sealed away.

  Yet I hear,
see and feel sound,
but through it lies the truth inside,
the reason I keep living.

© 2012 Chilson, Joshua


Author's Note

Chilson, Joshua
This was written in 2008, a piece deleted from myspace transfers here.

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Added on September 23, 2010
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Chilson, Joshua
Chilson, Joshua

Carlisle, PA



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I write poetry from life experience, though most won't seem that way as I never get into specifics to the events that bring about my work. I'm a silent individual for the most part which doesn't ma.. more..

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