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11 April 2007 @ 07:14 pm
 
haha ancient untitled poem i found in the dusty recesses of my computer. i can't even remember when i wrote it...

Untitled

I had a dream
of screeching and pleading
as I listened and did nothing

of shrieks of pain
of voices calling my name
flashes of recognition

which ne’er penetrated
locked out by my music
by the song of my soul

and me: a bystander
watching both entities
wanting to act

and yet not being able to
lacking the strength
to lift those blue headphones

and listen.
to the yelling
and the crying.