The Dying Music Poem by Adams King
The Dying Music
I'm the dying music
The once lovely emotion
I'm the sacrifice
The one hanged for love
I'm the forgotten
The one never remembered
I'm the teary eyes
The one blinded by tears
Hear! Inside this man
Are many sweetness soured
Many lights dimmed
Many scream being whispered
I bare too many scars
I've endured too many tortures
Been loved less till I love less
I'm the broken hearted one
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The dying music is the brokenhearted man, superb outed with flair! 5 Stars full on Top! I like very much the metaphored poem
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4/30/2024 2:33:45 PM # 1.0.0.1119
So deeply poignant. A well expressed poem. Congratulations for having this poem chosen as Poem Of The Day.