It drowns out the negatives
Tunes out the quitters
Quickens your pulse
And tames all the jitters
It hides you in flowing notes
With comfort it wraps around
Traps all your anxiety
In a river of sound.
It makes you cry
The tears that need to be shed
It makes you alive
When you feel like you're dead
It changes you inside
Shapes you with each pound of the drums
So let me ask you, based on your music:
Who do you want to, and who will you, become?
YOU ARE READING
These Insufficient Words
PoetryPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words. -Robert Frost This is my own collection of thoughts. My own stories, through the deepest sorrow and highest peaks of happiness I've had in my rather brief life, and s...
