The Beat

by Pj   Mar 6, 2024


Its my last call
The curtain is closing
My life flashes before me
This is so
Within a web of life turning out
The impossible me
I take a bow
Reap what little reward is offered me
Slowing fading in to the shell
Away and afraid
Its all me a face
I cant see
A life yet unknown
I cant live
Bring me up to speed
I hear you
Its not music
But myself
An inner beat

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  • 1 month ago

    by David

    the first 4 lines are just perfect, ending with "this is so" oh geez Bravo, the shell that you are slowly fading into is also very relatable :)

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