The Music

by amanda   Oct 14, 2011


The music washes over me.

It brings me to a
deep and dark place
within myself.

Where the darkness is too thick.
and I can't breath.
where there is
no up nor down.

All I feel is
Pain,
Sadness,
Lonliness.

Where the force of the hurt
is a gravity too
heavy for my heart
and it will cave
in on itself.

And the hot tears
will spill down
my cold cheeks.

Where the silent sobs
rip through my body.

And I sit, waiting
in the darkness for
the music to end,
to release me from the
illusion of anguish.

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