How I Feel
What am I feeling
I'd tell you if I could
The truth is I don't even know
I rarely do
What am I thinking
I'm thinking of a song
It's not one you know
It's not one anyone knows
no one but me
It plays in my mind over and over
There's no rhythm or beat
I'd give you the lyrics,
But it'd just be empty
There are no words to the song of my heart
There are no connected thoughts
There are no notes or music at all
Yet it keeps on playing
There is no tune to get stuck in your head
It's stuck in mine
and mine alone
it doesn't end
it just repeats
different everytime
yet always the same
always lost
nothing to hold to
everything swirling
everything falling
The song of the dark
but not of the night
no stars or moon
to shine or give peace
no shimmering breezes
or crisp cool air
only deep pits
and the noise of nothing
the song of the cold
but not like sparkling snow
like the cold stone wall
with no life, no soul
the coldness of death
with the hatred of life
the tone of orange
the colors of me
the song of the bird
but not of the crow
not so rough and full
not passionately so
the sound of the vulture
as high as the sun
barely in sight
while you cover your ears
the sound of my mind
the sound of my heart
the sound of my soul
they are one
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