When I was up,
Skipping cloud to cloud,
No one was found,
I sang for none to hear.
The next day I rise
Yawned-
and surprise,
It left me with just the Fear.
I cannot speak,
This voice I lost, left the day it found no ear.
The people stare
They warn beware, apologetic hugs.
Apprehension clothed by guise.
Groaned and fought,
through exasperated thought,
A bitter lesson this is taught:
In murmured state, accepting fate,
**** that voice,
It’s incessant noise."
Silence makes this clear.
Now use two things called ears,
Listening for,
That long lost voice.
A rhyme beyond it’s years
Sep 28, 2019
Sep 28, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
When I was up,
Skipping cloud to cloud,
No one was found,
I sang for none to hear.
The next day I rise
Yawned-
and surprise,
It left me with just the Fear.
I cannot speak,
This voice I lost, left the day it found no ear.
The people stare
They warn beware, apologetic hugs.
Apprehension clothed by guise.
Groaned and fought,
through exasperated thought,
A bitter lesson this is taught:
In murmured state, accepting fate,
**** that voice,
It’s incessant noise."
Silence makes this clear.
Now use two things called ears,
Listening for,
That long lost voice.
A rhyme beyond it’s years
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