There Is No Song For Me


No lyrics written

could touch upon,

such despair, nor pains.


No symphony

that could play above,

the torrents of my rains.


No words to speak the music,

that remains unheard

and unsung.


No tune to tap a beat to,

when I am so deafened,

a piece...undone.


No notes could ever come close,

to the sorrowful sounds

of my soul.


No fingers could strum

my lonely chords,

nor bell, could ever toll.


No voice

could ever ring out,

in a peaceful harmony.


For there is no way, to put to music,

when there is no song,

for me.


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