Music

The notes of a song
flow through your mind.
Do you even know what
the lyrics say?
They haunt you,
hate you, love you
squeeze you, taunt you
something a part of you
you don’t want to let go.

The music fills my bones
flows through my blood
as though it is my own.
The limitless innerworkings
of a mind long ago
touched by its tender musings.

A sting in my shoe
The bleeding of my eyes
Stirring the cup
of my soul.
The words touch me
Like a nuclear blast
of
Destruction.
Repression.
Drugs.
Love.
Happiness.
God.

Forlorn.
I am.