Lost Rhythm
Her heart locked out far away
as the rhythm of ecstasy can’t
be heard
again that keeps the soul in
such a way
that makes life itself seem very
hard
and edgy that she desires
nothing
more than death, instead of the
melancholy mood
playing her peculiar songs that
conveys something
more than life as she stands
with the moon
dancing upon the earth as she
waits upon the sun
to arid the tears of her sorrow
and the wind to change her
fears to fun
for the music she plays and
sings is not narrow.
Copyright © Emenaha Godwin Holiday | Year Posted 2014
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