Sta.sh
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.
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"That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog"
I love the images i get from these lines
and the use of personification to capture these images
well WELL done!
Burdens...
There are no burdens except those that you choose to place upon yourself.
through my mind, with fog so dim"could maybe be reworded to something like, "... Running through my mind/with (...) fog so dim"?just a thought... But as I said, great job and well written