Stop the Drum.A Poem by CaSiSymbolism, always misplaced.Where is the path? Cluttered by objects, So misplaced. I wish it all to be erased! Everything! Remove It! F*****g disgrace! I'm lost in here, I cry so loud, that no one can hear me, No noise, no sound Just the pain of the pound. In the middle of this path lies the beating drum, With every flow there's another beat, Speed it up as you move your feet. What do you see? A mess, a mess, a terrible mess, The flow speeds up, Do you slow down? At the head, I heard thousands are dead. So we ran through the clutter, Faster the the lil flies flutter, Skipped the drum Always stopped for the rum, We ran to the head, Yes, thousands are dead. So let's make a mess! A terrible mess. Confusion! Confusion! What a terrible illusion. Help! It's not that bad. But the head! The head! Where so many are dead, Says "Help!" and the drum wants to stop. Where did the mind go? Ran away with the other lost souls.
© 2012 CaSiAuthor's Note
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