Spoken Emotions

The first time the words touched my ears

I sobbed,

stricken on the ground.

 

The second time,

I cried 

and was inconsolable.

 

The third time

I sang along with a quivering voice.

 

Each ringing sound blocked all else out

and strung broken cords my hands

have long been searching for.

 

The tears are the reason I love it so dearly

and let it flourish inside my mind.

 

They water my dead soul and lift my spirits

as if I could get drunk on the emotions.

Posted in response to the challenge Music.

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Nola_hall

WA

13 years old

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