Poem #96: Not Much of a Dancer by bhscorch1313

Poem #96: Not Much of a Dancer

bhscorch1313, Music, Poem, Poetry, experience, sound, writing

#97 of Poetry

I've always been someone that when I hear music that I like, I tend to just tune the world out and get really into the music. This is how I feel I could describe that experience. Hope you enjoy.

When my days are troubled

I always reach for my headphones

And put them in my ears

Slowly, the rhythm passes through my veins

Flowing through every part of me.

When I feel the beat kick

My hearts yearns to align

with the drum

I feel the beat

kick the hate, anger, pain

As my mouth forms words,

singing off sorrows, worries, fear

Replace with the melody

of better emotions

I leave the world

for a song or twelve

Watching things melt around me

As the music and I

Find our zone of peace.

~bhscorch1313

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