A Thousand VoicesA Poem by Lonesome TravelerA thousand voices, inside and out A hundred bodies, mulling round about. Breathless and tense, seize my lungs, spinning vision, no innocent ones.
All but invisible, my shell a tortoise stock, still & silent, in a place full of noise. Dancehall keeps buzzing, only changes the song I'm trapped in a black hole, tumbling on.
I try to fall down, but I'm not that strong, Only the brave ones, the brave ones are gone.
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Added on January 31, 2013Last Updated on January 31, 2013 AuthorLonesome TravelerUnited KingdomAboutYoung, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more..Writing
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