The shrill notes of a lone violin
Pierce through the cold night
The sounds flowing gracefully
Lighting my way with a pale blue light
I follow the sound with my ears
I have no need for my sight
I have no reason to trust it
But it just feels so right
I see a break in the darkness
I see a violinist bathed in bright light
He stops playing and extends his hand
I take his hand and relish in the delight
I awake, and a nurse calms me down
It's the eve of twenty years of that horrible night
She has no idea why I would wake
Perhaps the answer is in that violin on my right
A compilation of poems and stories I wrote myself. My writing, while a bit amateur, is strictly from the heart. I hope you enjoy. I enjoy feedback, so anything you like (or dislike) please leave a comment.
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Friday, July 9, 2010
The Ground Shakes
The ground shakes again
He looks up eyes wide open
Visions of his life flash past
On the floor he hugs his knees
And begs the voices to stop
The ground shakes again
The walls start to crack
He's losing control
He grabs his head
And begs the screams to stop
The ground shakes again
The roof is caving in
He runs to the walls
Looking for a way out
And hopes the chaos will stop
The ground shakes again
The world is brilliant
But a darkness surrounds him
He lays down on his back
And prays the torture will stop
The ground shakes for the last time
He is nowhere to be found
Only the sad shell of a human remains
His mind lost to his addictions
And he gets what he wished for
He looks up eyes wide open
Visions of his life flash past
On the floor he hugs his knees
And begs the voices to stop
The ground shakes again
The walls start to crack
He's losing control
He grabs his head
And begs the screams to stop
The ground shakes again
The roof is caving in
He runs to the walls
Looking for a way out
And hopes the chaos will stop
The ground shakes again
The world is brilliant
But a darkness surrounds him
He lays down on his back
And prays the torture will stop
The ground shakes for the last time
He is nowhere to be found
Only the sad shell of a human remains
His mind lost to his addictions
And he gets what he wished for
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