My Song
I sway to the sound of my song,
No one else can hear the rhythm,
No beats, rifts or eloquent words
Just an endless flow of emotion.
Like a chorus the repetition seems pointless,
I guess it’s just there so next verse can begin,
Time to breathe and reflect,
Before the attacks on my soul starts again.
Hitting the high notes with a gleam in my eye,
With a sense of power, control and pride,
The low notes always ending in sighs,
Over analyzing trying to hold it together inside.
Flow, static, flow static flow, static, flow.
This song is never going to end.
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