Hearing this senseless song for the last time, again;
Familiar melody, the lyrics, they’re sour.
Them notes shower my dreams and they mess with my brain,
Each and every sound sends me right back to her.
Heart unwilling to beat, the tempo keeps failing;
Such a pity the clock is too fast and too slow.
I tried so many times to lasso the ticking
While the Queen asked me to carry on with her show.
She stabbed me through my ears, ridiculous indeed;
Yet the lead I followed was of great conducting.
I’ve lost track anyway right when I felt the need
To make sense out of this metaphor extending.
Here I stand, soulless foul, full of questions, again.
What do I make of this, is it time to let go?
There is just so much that my loving can contain,
Deaf I was, truth be told, and little did I know.
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“Such a pity the clock is too fast and too slow.”
I feel this way, semi- daily.
Another great write!
We’re on the same page 😉
Well written piece and love the way it’s presented. Great storytelling, my friend.
I’m paying more and more attention to the presentation, thank you for noticing it my friend!
you’re incredible.. how do you make them sound simple & not simple at the same time?? I gotta repeat your words – “Thanks for the ride”.. btw the last stanza must be a perfect way to end a poem.. 😀
Does it happen to you sometimes that you just love something you write more than usual? Does it sound pompous to say that? Well anyway, I loved my last line to the point of wanting to make it my epitaph ahahah and it would be a perfect way to end, period 😀
And my many many thanks of course!
haha I guess it’s usual for writers to think that way xD
Ugh, you’re in a masterclass when it comes to ideas and presentation. Your works are always a visual and literary treat! Incredible!
Merci Cy, your comments, those are treats!