Poem 37

He sang at break of dawn i wanted to run when i heard his voice, sing a lullaby that moved me to tears while i prayed for an escape from fate, from the destined path i have to take and his voice echoed in the stillness of the morning, vibrating, piercing through my tired state, the little bit of sanity and strength that i had left, i shivered away letting the tears i pulled back, fall and i broke down like the world left me stranded as if my world were crumbling before my eyes he sang on with a deep grasp, a hold on his reality resonating through every word. i cried without restraint letting the pain i’d hid so well from others escape my lips in a tremble, but i was alone while the music played.

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  1. I really enjoyed reading this poem, yo used your words very well they grabbed me and my feeling and didnt let go until the end very well done 🙂

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