my slow break echoes
through and through
an empty world
timber splintered decay
how long the weary
before even weary
must fall down?
pale songs cut
our rebel selves
slow break
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my slow break echoes
through and through
an empty world
timber splintered decay
how long the weary
before even weary
must fall down?
pale songs cut
our rebel selves
share:
4 responses to “slow break”
That last stanza is hits home.
Thank you very much, Bob.
I’m with Bob. We’re all in good company how music affects us, how it should be, with integrity, balking when it does not.
One day I’ll write a good song 😉
Maybe it will be like my death poem kind of thing so it is all romantragic like that.