Melancholic music surrounds my mind, taunting, teasing, spelling
out many rhymes.
Feeling deserted and alone, I listen to this music, I find a way
back home.
Words are found wandering around, I choose those I want to use.
Sadness envelopes my mind even more as my inner self submerges
itself beneath ethereal notes – getting lost within and finding
beauty held there, trapped, only able to come out through poetry.
Life from outside crushes, smothers, turns me upside down.
Looking in from clear glass windows, seeing reality for what it is.
There is nothing in life, it has no hold on me, so falling, deeply
within, I let go of it.
Knowing it will not matter to anyone, least of all to me.