
By Ann Weathers
Life has background music,
Only you can hear it,
It plays along,
When the going gets hard,
Sad songs write themself inside your head,
Singing outloud,
You shed a tear,
You wipe it away,
Very quickly,
Whispering,
No more,
It's not right,
Forget it,
Lay your head down,
Clearing your mind,
Emptiness fills it.
-This poem is dedicated to people that
have nothing to look forward to everyday.
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