Poem #61: Dance with the Music

Story by bhscorch1313 on SoFurry

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#62 of Poetry

I feel like its hard to describe this poem. It kind of created itself. I guess one could say that its about finding your own path in life. Anyways, hope you enjoy.


Dance with the Music

Time is slowing

And without knowing

I fall into the sound

Enrapturing movement

Room for improvement

Look at what I've found

So much beauty in the night

I have lost my sense of right

Listen to the sounds of time

Fear all the pain and strife

Understand the need for crime

Fight for purpose in your life;

Light so pure

We will endure

Throughout all the centuries

Anger so livid

All pictures vivid

Echoing through our memories

Need for all the pain is gone

I have lost my sense of wrong

Listen for the void of mind

Fear never becoming whole

Ropes of hate will bind

Fight for release of your soul;

Keep dancing along

Try to belong

To the drama and the woe

Breathe and sigh

Fly so high

Take the notes and go

Feel the prevalent abscence

I have lost my sense of conscience

See what your freedom brings

Struggle against defeat

Break away from suffering

Dance in line with the beat.

~bhscorch

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