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Our Private Orchestra by GregoryCody
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Staring at a screen...
trapped inside my mind

A dying body sinks into this tattered sofa ~
a marble plopped atop stale pudding
One arm props my cheek, the other, hung crooked ~
a busted marionette tossed within spinning concrete

Staring at a screen...
trapped inside my mind

Legs tremble and dance to the melody of my moans ~
we listen in torture, against a private orchestra our own
Toes pull in, as fingers would to crush a rotting plum,
reaching closer to the skin, my feet will soon be broken

Staring at a screen...
trapped inside my mind

My heart trots along at the speed of a sprint,
unaware of the marathon starting ahead
A mist of sweat, mixed with tears, begins to quickly collect
into my shirt ~ a mosaic of wet patches sporadically surfaces
I watch each grow wide, like pupils to a candle gone cold

Staring at a screen...
trapped inside my mind

Agony is but a word,
for its existence, if witnessed,
needs nothing of the sort

Recognized

Author Notes

Words cannot explain what it's like to stare vacantly ahead and think of nothing that would bring you joy, even the tiniest sliver. Words cannot explain what it's like to be trapped in such a way.

Free verse can have rhymes, near or perfect, just no set pattern...
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