Broadcasting by Scott Cadence
This goes out
to how it feels
when your Alone
When your mind is once again your own
in-between headphones
as the pistons fire into action
When
a feeling
has made you wonder
why things must end
By songs
that hit all the right notes
like the alignment of a key into jaws of a lock
turning inward
the pressure of my vessel
capsizing -
from the pain of hardened days
to the surface
Complies into a directory of Self
that others collect
like old numbers that dont have a name
and your too afraid to call
and too scared to throw away
I become s c a t t e r e d
Like the piercing arrows soaring through war
to steel away life
the thoughts rain down -
scale alongside the broadcasting signal
of my SOS
trying to bring my words
into unison
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03/26/2003 Posted on 03/26/2003 Copyright © 2025 Scott Cadence
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