My Year: Art in Time
Tears streaming, I impart
The pain in my heart
As my mouth goes silent,
My mind gets violent
Heavy as lead
Is the storm in my head
A life in a year
But I am in tune with
The sound of the music
The treble and bass
Dry the tears from my face
Pain stabs like a sword
Healed by the chord
My love who I dance with
The wave-like dynamic
A wound with salt
The salve of resolve
A life in a year
This poem is about:
Me
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