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Updated on July 27, 2016

There’s no silencing

The noise in your

head when

the volume control is broken

and there is no power button

nor plug

because you don’t do the controlling

you’re just a speaker box

with a horrible song on repeat

that you do your best to tune out

otherwise you become immune

and each time you hear it

it becomes a little less enterprising

until it no longer capitalizes

on your positive energy

it’s just sound


one perception

it doesn’t burn in the ears of

those who’ve been here

for the past 300 years

with inferior fears

black shiftless tears

that have honed enough sanity

to live through the inhumanity

and degradation of the notes

you unapologetically

call music to your ears…

It’s a song you play on repeat

A song to which you dance

-to which you march to the beat

A song to which you share with all

Your comrades in camaraderie

A song to which you sing to

Until it reverberates in your soul

And makes you the epitome

Of pity in my world

And I don’t listen

Though I hear,

The difference between

Those who accept your lies

And projections of your imperfections

Your insults and vexing

Your misguided directions

Because you’ll never be

The fault in my stars

Or solar eclipse

That plummets me into darkness

As I’m already there

See it glisten in the highlights of my skin tone

And serve you as a reminder

Of what I’ve already learned

And that my fellow man

Is to be kind to unkind people

For they need it the most…


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      Frank Atanacio 16 months ago from Shelton

      wow this was actually pretty good.. dark and hollow..:)