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As the trumpet screams In my face I transport myself To a better place I keep the rain Behind the glass No one will see If no one asks The volume of the trumpet Makes me want to crouch down But I know if I don’t stand tall I’ll never wear the crown So though internally I fall I keep a strong face Drying up the rainfall In a record pace Although I love the trumpet It’s making lots of noise And this time I will not fight I’ll just listen to its voice To stand tall in the loudness Will be hard at first I know that in the end I’ll see what its worth I need not be frightened For I’ve faced the trumpet before And I know that though it hurts, Soon I’ll open the door So, as the trumpet screams in my face I wait for it to be over And unlike all the others, this time I keep my composure
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Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
The Screaming Trumpet
As the trumpet screams In my face I transport myself To a better place I keep the rain Behind the glass No one will see If no one asks The volume of the trumpet Makes me want to crouch down But I know if I don’t stand tall I’ll never wear the crown So though internally I fall I keep a strong face Drying up the rainfall In a record pace Although I love the trumpet It’s making lots of noise And this time I will not fight I’ll just listen to its voice To stand tall in the loudness Will be hard at first I know that in the end I’ll see what its worth I need not be frightened For I’ve faced the trumpet before And I know that though it hurts, Soon I’ll open the door So, as the trumpet screams in my face I wait for it to be over And unlike all the others, this time I keep my composure
This won me a kindle in a competition. I wrote this while my Mum was cross with me.
#trumpet#loud#parents
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cais
20/Non-binary/Australia, Adelaide
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:58 PM UTC
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