Make of it what you wish, some may like some may not .... I do not mind being marmite lol
Melodies of .... Crying
A whimper only the mice could hear, seldom did I shed a tear
a scream I often lost myself, shaking; textbook "mental health"
a screech I'd want to rake out fast, bury with the lies gone past
a laugh I used like a character, stoic, the real actor
a sob to hold back the curds and woe, a language I knew such a short time ago
a stutter they cheered to the finish line; second place, every time
a roar that stopped an earthquake dead, forgive the heart, forget the head
a mumble you sing as you duet with pain, a chorus echo, again and again ....
The melodies, parallel; finite
crying for answers, in sound, in sight