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This is how I write a song

by Sam Roberts

In this darkness
Devoid I stare
The music mutates
Into fear

Through shadows of skin
I wait for the light
Here, once more
A pastel dull night

Time, a great waster
Of bones and blood
Just a note or two
Before the flood.

A tear, tearing from the eye
A mouth, singing from the song

And everything I sing
I sing alone

Everything I sing
I sing alone

03/01/2013

Posted on 03/02/2013
Copyright © 2025 Sam Roberts

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/02/13 at 01:02 AM

Quite haunting Sam, but beautiful in being just that. As if written by a ghost yet to cross over.

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