What's Playing in my Head

Deserted in the desert sand

What I need is not in my hand.

Left alone sitting on stone

Can't call home, don't have my phone.

 

There is one thing I need

One thing I crave

One thing that surely can save

My breath, my heart 

that will keep me from falling apart.

 

The voice I may have

might not produce sound

it's the song in my head

that continues to pound.

This may be strange,

A little odd.

But nothing else can 

replace the space.

 

If I were to be

In a world without sound.

If there were to be

A place without a cloud.

Then there would not be 

A place for me.

 

Deserted in the desert sand

What I need is not in my hand.

It plays in my head,

Repeating a tune

The music is mine

The birds think so too

 

What plays in my head

Keeps me afloat

The music, my heart

Keeps me,

from falling apart

This poem is about: 
Me

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