The Wildest Sound
The wildest, rawest sound I have ever
heard
is the forlorne cry of my mother.
When my father passed
she wailed and cried and sang.
So passionate and raw,
So real.
She said no words, only sang
low notes of dispair.
Nothing could ever compare
to losing ones true love.
Her sadness struck me
to the core.
I have never been able to forget
her lonesome song.
Her fear-filled tune
will forever be
the wildest sound
I have ever heard.
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From Wyoming living in Washington. Just graduated High School and now attending University. I grew up on a ranch and in a dinner theatre, I write, read, act, play, sing, and basically anything I'm willing to try.
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