How

by goot   Sep 22, 2004


I sit in my seat
listening to the sound
Of murmurs from the companions
of my outside

i listen to the thudding beat
of the music
and my heart beating in my throat
almost in synchronisation

my song comes on
then it happens
and i have no control
next thing I'm just there

there is no soul
within my walls
and i seemed to have let go completely
because i just was never there
so why hold on to an empty shell?

but I'm back now
and the world woke up to me
even though i was supposed to wake up to it
but i was awake the whole time

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  • 20 years ago

    by Flea

    wicked use of not rhyming lol...nah really its a primo poem u should write more non rhyming....no dont coz then i'll look like a bad poet-y person u keep to rhymage i'll keep to non rhymage