Symphonys

Sing your words
in fancy lullabies,
hum the bars of your love to the wind,
and stare blissfully into the sky.
Compose your symphony of emotions,
and play it into the wind...
Toss the notes of pain into the current,
and watch as they rush away.
Listen for the sound of your tears
as they drip off your cheeks,
and land on the pavement.
Watch for the rests,
which lay in between the highs and lows
of your never ending pain.
Oh this concherato of life,
a collection of movements,
taken from the deepest most darkest part of your heart.
Dozens of notes placed most precariously amongst the staff,
rising and falling,
just as you have.
Risen form darkness,
only to succumb to it's will once more.
Oh woe is you,
life is full of wrong and broken pieces,
a symphony of pain and endless sorrow.
you are a composer of your own death,
trying to find the prefect ending to an imperfect being.
The show must go on,
the show will go on,
with or with out you...

Morgan.E.Doowrah
©2008