Buried

falling ice

crashing down, sharp as a razors edge

Rain beside it

soft against my skin

a song not yet seen

thrums behind my chapped lips

struggling to escape

each note warbles tentative in the air

vunerable to even the most gentle drop 

suddenly cut down

drowned out

washed away

never heard

buried by a storm without an end 

Reviews

[NathanBlackie]

I like it, is it about... well it's about a song trapped inside you right?

[Bee]

yes, well... mostly. Its hard to explain. have you ever written music?

[NathanBlackie]

I've played around on guitar and written lyrics, but never put them together.

[Bee]

Its mostly about when you have just so much emotion and you want to put it into song so badly that every fiber of your being is just screaming to get it out. and then finally, everything falls perfectly into place. But when someone hears it, they shut it sown immediately.

[Bee]

its more about feeling silenced I suppose...

[NathanBlackie]

I understand that feeling too.

[Bee]

yeah? unfortunately, its not the best feeling in the world. haha

[NathanBlackie]

a great catalyst for poetry though. haha

[Bee]

It is indeed! :D