Friday, 30 January 2015

so I wrote a poem, try not to faint.

No More Music.

I swap my sorrow for anger.
Anger is quick to fly,
easier to lose,
Leaving me exhausted.
Sorrow is a stone buried deep.
Accumulating weight year after year,
Heavy and eternal,
Leaving no room for joy.

I trade my sadness for rage.
It is easier to shout than to cry.
Rage is a passion
That comes without hope.
Sadness is a singularity
Devouring everything.
It is easier to be hopeless
Than nothing at all.

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