Drowning

Out the world

And inside

My own, I

Pour out the bad stuff

And churn in the good.

My thoughts

Are a bless’d mix

Of story and action,

Like a movie

Inside my brain

And I am the sole audience.

 

Blissful sounds seep

Through my ear canals

And pound, pound

Loudly on

Those little drums.

 

I hope

That they also

Can pound the hurt

Right out of me.

 

Ah, sweet symphony.

 

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