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she left me with only an echo
of her voice inside.
one that resonates in the labyrinths of my heart.
causing me to shake in grief.
her companions,shared in my grief.
they sang sober songs in tribute.
i woke up to their dirge,
this morning that,
raised a tear in my heart.

been gone a while,and i can still feel the pain,
the sorrow that rings in these empty space.
her departure,evident in this painful silence
that stubs my ears,
so much that it numbs my senses.
i begin to forget the beauty in her voice.

desperate,i sometimes submerge into the
insides of me,reach into the pockets
of my heart.
so maybe i might her echoing voice
recapture.
and resurrect her in me.

song

there is a song singing in my head.
a rhythm beating in my heart,
rhythmic and nostalgic
like an ancient drum,
sweet as her name,
sweeping through me like a careless
whisper.
tantalizing,spell binding ,
moving my heart to dance to
her rhythm.

this song singing inside of me,
is alluring,its exciting.
yet it mocks me,as i try to reach out
to touch it.
it eludes me,and drifts further from my grasp.
it cradles me still
like a lullaby,
hypnotises me into a sleep
so deep.
i sink deeper into it's sumptuous depths.
cast into a trance,listen to my heart in dance.

the world outside...

i close the door to the world outside,
commit myself to this lyrical suicide.
let my mind ride on the waves of
this rhythm.
lose myself to this moment.
let it consume me whole,
like alcohol.
till i think not upon sober thoughts.
but be inspired to undo cryptic notes,
connect mysterious dots
and find exists out of confide spaces.

i feel the rhythm touch me, uplift me
inducing a feeling fulfilling,
feel the elevation,
the spiritual escalation.
escaping the eyes of lustful beings,
that only find satisfaction in material things.
rescued from the sad songs,the bird on my window
sing,
elevated above these insatiable beings.