Rhyme Time Iii - Death
I hear it, I hear it loud and clear
This, this is the sound of fear
it’s so loud, that I try to cover my ears
but it won’t stop, its driving me insane
I hear sadness, clear like the sound of rain
and with each drop there's an explosion of anger and pain
I can’t take it, can’t do this again
I try to remember, forget me not
The sound of anger whistles like the pressure cooker pot
and the thought of it all makes my mind red hot
I’m trapped, stuck in this spot
I hear it, its whispered call
One mixed with screams that rise and fall
I cannot escape it behind these walls
I want this to end once and for all
The end rises slowly like the beat of a drum
Click, click, click goes the barrel of the gun
I hear no other sounds, except this one
Bang! at last its finally done
I hear it, I hear it loud and clear
12/23/2017
Copyright © Sean Solomon | Year Posted 2017
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