After

I am no longer in the area I love to be in today.

It causes me to be in such disarray.

 

The Music Wing I no longer see.

Oh please, oh please, hear my plea!

 

Shedding tears as I become part of the crowd.

I remember myself singing that loud.

 

I can’t let my voice out anymore.

Oh god, I wish I could go back to before!

 

I can’t hear that voice that travels around!

Is it because my voice has been buried in the ground?

 

Singing, singing nowhere.

Oh, my heart can no longer bear.

 

I can no longer let my voice out.

Will I continue to be on this route?

 

Where are the people I used to sing by?

My happiness has gone awry.

 

Please take my hand and take me away.

Please lead me back to Treble Choir today!

This poem is about: 
Me

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