Music's Hold

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    Music's Hold

    I hear the sound
         It is pouring through my ears
               It is clutching on to me
                   Refusing to let go
    I hear the beat
         Rising my apprehension
               Willing myself to see
                    That I am obliged to flee
    I hear the words
          Spoken through lips that are not mine
               But can I still abtain them?
                   Even with my weaknesses?
    Then, nothing.
          It's over?
               But...I had relied on it;
                   I had never expected it to be finished...
                                         I thought it would last forever.

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    Tyme commented on Music's Hold

    05-14-2011

    Good music is food, strength for the soul.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    shadelight

    05/14/2011

    YES!!! I agree!!!

    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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