Author: Iota PM
Angsty little poem about my connection with music...Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 104 - Published: 11-26-04 - id: 1768874
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The radio behind me plays,
Chasing the cold, hard silence away.
I don't stay where there are people –
I have nothing to say.
The music behind me says what I want
And brings my feelings to life.
I stand at my window, looking out front;
I dream of a more exciting place.
The radio changes the song,
Reminding me that I'm still here.
I don't mind just dreaming,
I could never surpass my fear.
The music keeps me here,
Although, I sometimes can't tell.
I think I'd rather be insane,
But I couldn't handle that pain.