Methods Unguided

The hex of unwanted sex. A curse never to publish a verse. My songs uncomposed. & unrecorded. Undiscovered written talent unread. Thousands undelivered & never said. My manuscript hidden in a box under my bed. Sometimes think through my head. Putting words to music to produce. Express a message of simple use. Rap, hip hop, pop, country, or rock. At concerts people huddle like a flock. The doors & entranced are locked. This a reason why I have never been to a concert & I never will. It ain't that chill. Herded like sheeps & lambs. No parking only traffic jams. Noise & screams reach the rooftops. Elevates levels of hysteria. Silence is something I now miss. Calmness & tranquility no longer exists. © Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved