EchoA Poem by Maureen V. HanoverThe missing of music as a form of self-expression.
There is music in my head
The source unseen, I can't quite place it. But the growing thoughts, They play my heart strings as a lyre; Colors wrapping my mind Blankets to an anxious kind It tugs me every time. But I am far, far out of place. Can't you just turn your head? Can you hear me screaming In a primal desperation Look I'm one of you If only I could prove it. I'm caged, Dying perhaps, I know. If I could, I'd be there. But I have no mode, no rhythm Anywhere. I'm wasting away; Each facet, finely tuned, A shell of what had been, A mere echo In an empty chamber. © 2021 Maureen V. Hanover |
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1 Review Added on September 13, 2021 Last Updated on September 13, 2021 AuthorMaureen V. HanoverMIAboutRelatable teenager who has a spiritual connection with rhinos on multiple levels. more..Writing
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