Sing, you soul...A Poem by MachinaWriterInspired by a fellow bobblehead...Was it a broken
muse? Or a broken heart? What abuse took
your soul -and tore it apart? Ignore what was
said, -or the plans made, By the ones that
hurt you, -I’ll be your
Band-Aid. Is it possible if
we’re so far apart? To have never seen
you, -but to have seen
your heart? To laugh at words, -I never heard? To have touched
what’s not there? To see that upon
which I can’t stare? Did we both feel
pain, -so that from each
other there’d be
something to gain? A foundation for
the adoration, -of the dedication we
both insert into all our work. Drawing from the
endless spurt, -of past hurt. There’s a restless
beating, -in my heart and
its not ceasing. Because after the
laughter, -the flame’s
feeding, fueled by the fire
of your words. And I know it may
seem absurd, To think this way. But that’s okay, I never claimed to be more than a
bobblehead, anyway. Head nodding to
every word you say, -because your words have
a way of keeping the
day’s pains at bay. At the end of it
all, I just have one thing. Don’t stop writing for
anything. You’re heart’s beautiful, let it sing.
I know mine is. But minus the fact
I can’t carry a note, I won’t hide this.
My soul won’t be
unused. You got it to sing
again, © 2012 MachinaWriterReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 12, 2012 Last Updated on November 12, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more..Writing
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