Melody Possess Me

My head is full, so full of worries and strife,

My shoulders become heavy with the burdens of life,

I must throw it off, I must let it go,

I place my hands on the keys and the music starts to flow,

The keys posses me, they carry my hands,

A melody caressing me, I obey her demands, 

She has expelled my woes, 

And the day it's goes, goes on. 

This poem is about: 
Me

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