Music from a locked chest,
beautiful in its impossibility -
the broken music box plays
and bursts into symphony.
A mended drum's beating,
breaking everlasting silence,
lays a foundation for the arias
in this opera of insanity.
Cracked violins sing their swansong
as the drums continue on;
chordless harps repaired with heartstrings -
what shall happen when they break?
Author notes
I'm a bit rusty, but I'm happy with how this turned out. You see, I don't write forced words. I just let my fingers do the typing and then I look at what comes out.
Critique?
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Shakkakkan
Good to see youre bouncing back dear. Happy for ya. Course I never applaud. -
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Shakkakkan? xD
Eh, it's not really personal. Kind of something that made me feel better by writing it. You know how ridiculous I can get.
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AWESOME!
FINALLY a new poem by Misfortune! I love it! Great job
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