Terms and Conditions
In a social society,
where I'm not a priority.
I'm sick and tired of being strong,
when they only see me as wrong
I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.
Maybe its a sign of age,
or the suppression of rage,
that this bubble is bursting.
No one knows how it's hurting
You can't see it through my face,
burdens of each brick they place,
results in emotions stumbling,
as foundations start crumbling.
I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.
When rain plunders like balls of steel,
it increases the pain I feel.
I search for the sun's reflection,
but dark skies show no affection.
The flame that once kept me alive,
has now lost the will to survive.
Without devotion, spirit dies,
as soul sings a medley of sighs.
I never read the terms and conditions,
so I'm mute, like forgotten musicians.
Misplaced in a place I do not belong
I have no desire for a final song.
Silent One
22 December 2019
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2019
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