The Drums of Spirit

Ba Dum, Ba Dum, Ba Dum the beat of the drum that starts the day

Ba Dum, Ba Dum, Ba Dum feeling more than a bit frazzles and frayed

There is nowhere to hide there is nowhere to flee

For the sadness is buried deep inside of me

Deeper then the ocean filled with such beauty

Though the sadness is not visible for you to see

Ba Dum, Ba dum, Ba Dum the drum beating too softly for you to hear

Ba Dum, Ba Dum, Ba Dum doing nothing more then drawing me near

The intoxicating pull is too hard for me to fight

It wakes me up in the dead of night

Bringing to me such a sad, sad sight

For not another soul can see the light

Ba Dum, Ba Dum, Ba Dum the drum pulsing with a life unfound

Ba Dum, Ba Dum, Ba Dum playing for me such a beautiful sound

Such a beautiful thing why do you fear

How is it the drums you do not hear

Away from the sadness your able to steer

How is it you are not drawn near

Ba Dum, Ba Dum, Ba Dum the drum is a spirit you seem to lack

Ba Dum, Ba Dum, Ba Dum How could you just turn your back

Spirit is supposed to be part of who we are

How is it you are able to stray so far

Your spirit no longer shinning like a bright star

Your harming yourself don't you see the scar

Ba Dum Ba Dum Ba Dum

Reviews

[TheWynnedow]

I can't even express how much I loved this. The repetition makes the poem and I love what I assume is the connection of a drum to a heart. You grasp the experience of depression, and burning out. And the rhyming is excellent as well. A lot of the time when you read poems the rhyming can seem off as though the word shouldn't be there, it was only placed there to rhyme, but your words fit perfectly while still creating a great flow to the poem.

Amazing work!

[Rachael Lea]

Thank you so much. I still wasn't sure exactly what to think of it, So I appreciate your input. I only wrote this the other day and have been struggling very much with it feeling like something is off so I am very glad that you liked it.

[alifeacoustic]

The drum that beats so loudly from within, like a heartbeat of what or where we shish we were, reminding us loudly of where we are. Beautifully captured and expressed.

[Rachael Lea]

thank you this was one of those experiments of mine