A melody rings out of the speaker

soft, loud, up beat and a hint of being sad

crawling into my mind and going deeper

I turn up the volume just a tad

and my ear drums explode

to the sound of a drum

and I wonder if my ear drums will quickly erode.

Words come and they burn

Burn words of hate

of being alone

and fighting fate.

I slip into my zone

of enjoying life

and not caring about anything

Or about dad's new wife.

Music becomes a wing

of freedom,

and I slowly swing

my arms that are unbeaten

by the ink of a hard life.

The End

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