December 3, 2008

Turmoil

By jcy1031

The fear of being lurks beneath angel’s wings
Invisible as it seems it exists to make me cringe
The soul wrenched from its land of belonging
The core swept away from its remains

Despite the current transcribed confession
It is ruthlessly useless than said
Every shudder makings it a more believable scene
Only shades of grey live to set time in peace

The sound speedily whirls to awaken the dead
Moving faster than the sight of the beat and yet
The moment stands to grant the wish instead
Doing nothing more than crying inside my head

The notes revives the craze of Ethiopian romance
Is left to be treasured as an art itself
It is nothing simpler than the reason behind
The words’ existence that should be remembered in time

All known to me as a phenomenon of turmoil
Is delivered through a song so mundane and sad
And wisped into shape by the complex mind
Desensitising the pain within a wounding heart

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