Music
Despite the songs always inside my head,
The reality of silence that’s there
Continues to make me feel perturbéd
With a burden that is not mine to bear
And so, I listen every hour
To music loud, the bass beats hard and strong
Giving me, it seems, a grasp of power
To drown out all that feels empty and wrong
While it is only a matter of time
Until the sun shall return to the sky
I feel the bells in me begin to chime
Pushing me to climb from the hole, to try
“Go”, they seem to say, their tones soft and sweet
“Find your way out, run quickly on your feet”
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