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Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed, Poetry had distinguished like a flame in my head. I tried to sing myself a lullaby to keep me company, Yet the verses and notes dropped my hand and tried to flee. I couldn't hear their music anymore, I was trapped in an unlocked door. The handle was free, awaiting my plea, A victim whose escape was but a tortured sea. Swimming in water, I couldn't see the bottom. The depths were hard to picture, their ground lonesome. I couldn't even imagine the silly creatures or rainbow snakes, Unable to see anything, I lived in a soundless lake. Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed, Imagination nothing but a loose thread. I found myself crying in my pillow Hitting a writer's block, bricks hiding my meadow. Flowers were blooming in a beautiful garden, Sea creatures dancing in their underwater garden. I was in my room, tears dripping down my cheeks, For an imagination I tried so hard to keep. I am soundless in a busy world, Echoless in rolling mountains, I am hitched at the throat by the point of a sword, I am no longer a poet. I see my room, Not a castle. I see the sidewalks, Not yellow brick roads. I see the world, Not the dream. Soundless. It came for me.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
Soundless
Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed, Poetry had distinguished like a flame in my head. I tried to sing myself a lullaby to keep me company, Yet the verses and notes dropped my hand and tried to flee. I couldn't hear their music anymore, I was trapped in an unlocked door. The handle was free, awaiting my plea, A victim whose escape was but a tortured sea. Swimming in water, I couldn't see the bottom. The depths were hard to picture, their ground lonesome. I couldn't even imagine the silly creatures or rainbow snakes, Unable to see anything, I lived in a soundless lake. Unable to hear, I lay lifeless in my bed, Imagination nothing but a loose thread. I found myself crying in my pillow Hitting a writer's block, bricks hiding my meadow. Flowers were blooming in a beautiful garden, Sea creatures dancing in their underwater garden. I was in my room, tears dripping down my cheeks, For an imagination I tried so hard to keep. I am soundless in a busy world, Echoless in rolling mountains, I am hitched at the throat by the point of a sword, I am no longer a poet. I see my room, Not a castle. I see the sidewalks, Not yellow brick roads. I see the world, Not the dream. Soundless. It came for me.
When I felt useless... Poems were at my finger tips yet the ink never dried.
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Atalanta
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Atalanta
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
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