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Sweet song of humanity’s drum,
Resonate the fear of lonely asylum,
And loop the track,
Beneath my feet,
Sweep the thoughts of present,
And cast them into the past,
So I can clearly see what’s left.

What is left,
When the lens is peeled back,
Seeing beyond the sun’s illumination.
There is nothing.

You can but feel,
The loop beneath your feet,
The rhythmic scheme,
Holding all things in sync.

The sad song of humanity,
Lays foundation for the beauty,
Looped in time and space,
To resonate again,
A hum,
A beat,
The note.





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thetruthawaits94 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 5, 2011 at 7:57 pm
This is so interesting. It's like i think i understand it perfectly, but at the same time i feel like i missing something. I don't know. this is a poem that has no boundaries. it is beautifully written by YOU and you always make me read your poems twice. Great job!
 
HannSawyer15 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 2, 2011 at 3:51 pm
Nice. You're really good writer... very visual. I like how this can paint a picture in your head. Nice job!
 
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