Fugue

(my life's got a rhythm to it lately)

can't figure things out, wringing my hair out

(a paradiddle of a sort, a heartbeat)

and it's all up and down with you; with me

(with a backdrop of a slow, somber violin)

something akin to heartache, but I don't think so

(an occasional trill, soft, on piano)

slicing me into two like a swift stab to the gut

(a challenge in the notes, a harsh crescendo)

 

I feel this yet, because it's not what it is

(my thin, small hands writhe across the keys)

I am blind to myself and wide awake to you

(my wrists burn, with the effort it takes to drum)

and my heart is cold and my mind is numb

 

(my voice shouts out, but you can't hear)

nothing left for me to lose, but it disappeared

(I scream from these rafters I built as an escape)

and I'm running out of things for me to sing clearly

Author's Note

A fugue is "a musical form in which a theme is first stated, then repeated and varied with accompanying contrapuntal lines"
[Encarta ® World English Dictionary © & (P) 1998-2005 Microsoft Corporation. All rights reserved.]

I like the title because it goes along pretty well with what's going on in my life right now- repetition of the same themes...

I allude to a buncha music crap in here, which was strange since that wasn't my goal. But I like it. I would suggest reading the stuff in parentheses as being more of an internal voice and the plain text being spoken. Sortof- I can't really explain well how I read my poems, but nonetheless...hope you enjoy :).

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