The Sounds Of Escape

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
taken from my book, "The Flies Are Bothering The Pig!"

Submitted: December 27, 2012

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Submitted: December 27, 2012



The Sounds Of Escape


And as my pillow squanders away

I am headed for dark display

I land my tones with the strings I play

Hands and hands, the churches pray

Off in a wonder, a sudden change

Then eyes open, now starts the day

Burning wood is now in the chimney

All I have is a cup of coffee

But the coffee is not eternal

Then I remember who I am

And know

That there won't

Be love

The trigger of pain

Thee echo of hurt

Well, "how great is our God?"

She made me into some one

No one can love

But, to want that

Would make me less of a man

So I fly off the handle

And keep myself in motion


And anxious

A wreck

In my music

Then a smashing hit

Right before a string breaks

And I come down


10-08-'08 #3

D. L. Cannon

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