by Anonymous
As the last few chords hit upon the panel,
drawing out lonely, sad notes
In the shadows they strike out
and then listlessly die,
Echoing away...
Yet-dejectedly, mistakingly-
some hollowly fall into from opened from the sigh
They jolt and twist down, unwelcomed/unbidden
Forsakingly come to shatter the made reality
Into oblivian they seem to come,
nothing progresses, nothing thrives
And they seem to ebb away-sounding off one last time.
A complete path, an unavailing destination.
However, overlooked, farther into the depths
of the night of day and soul, lies a lone figure,
Hidden, unlit, and gaurded/impregnable
in this place by all that takes and reshapes
The tones of bittersweet joy and vision
still manage to reach and hit upon a heistant yet yearning mark
And fills the stranger within themselves,
aching, despite the emptiness felt with hope lost
Fragmenting, the desolately stirring song
notwithstandingly burns and engulfs, until...
Until one day no one will fight to hear it.
Be left to feel it
turning and rotating,
running-the deathwish is spun out,
and into the frigid ebony-
a jagged edged, two-sided smile is released
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