Thoughts that strum the imagination.
A tune that hums hauntingly in my mind.
Always words half said; half completed.
Thoughts that are a quick staccato
and then nothing more than a vibration
I keep on hearing even after the melody dies.
Echoes that turn into memories
While memories turn to bondage
and bondage turns into hopelessness
then hopelessness turns into fear.
That dream tossed to the ground.
A whisper I've tried to ignore.
Never quite grasping
that idea on the edge of my mind.
Like a phantom feeling
You turn but nothing's there.
A shiver across your arms
and a head shake to ignore
the feeling
that there is something more.
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