No one is going to listen!

As soon as I spoke
His frowning face sank
Into the cushioned wall

All right I said
I won’t speak of it again
He was glad

The door
And closed

No one was going to listen

I woke up
From the dream plan
The dream was clear

Build up inside
Like saucers spinning on sticks

How many can you spin
Before they crash

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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