I listened to myself today
There weren’t notes
Nor musical instruments
Neither jolly beats
That accompanied the song
That was sang by my soul
There was just
A constant flow of memories
Of long kept hatred, pain, and anguish
I listened to myself today
There weren’t notes
Nor musical instruments
Neither jolly beats
That accompanied the song
That was sang by my soul
There was just the beating of my heart
The unceasing thump
Of that fragile little thing
Which had long held everything in
I listened to myself today
There weren’t notes
Nor musical instruments
Neither jolly beats
That accompanied the song
That was sang by my soul
There was just me
And the quiet sound of my breathing
Me and my poignant thinking
Silently taking it all in and getting ready
To finally let it all out
I listened to myself today
There weren’t notes
Nor musical instruments
Neither jolly beats
That accompanied the song
That was sang by my soul
There was just me…
Listening to myself.
