By: Marcus J. King
Compressed in myself
Wandering through air with no direction.
Closing my eyes and swaying
melodies flow through me,
the lows and highs of a run, mystifies my ears.
A deep voice test my solidarity.
His voice changes me to reform.
If only my stress can be lifted,
with a blink of an eye,
my life would change forever.
Listening to these voices in my head,
eases my pain and frustration,
as they give me a melodic sense of worth.
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