Gospel BoyA Poem by SammMGMusic is life, and sometimes we just have to let our songs be heard.
Through monotone preachings I lead my gospel in a ballad
A cascade of different teachings all to show my true voice The sounds that I choose to present are not tuned to others Or at least that's what I've been led to believe They choose to call what I label a chorus, a screech And despite these accusations I refuse to silence the rhythm of my soul To some this may be a showing of courage Yet they do not know how defeated I stand Inside the seams of my heart slowly fade away For my entirety I've had to defend myself Because attack after attack has been led on me My barriers have only led for so long as the music continues However with a waning will what I'm no longer to stand? At that point the gospel may no longer sing of a ballad But an elegy for a dear loss
© 2015 SammMGAuthor's Note
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