Music- her escape,
from the nerve-racking screeches in her head.
From questions unanswered,
and ideas spinning wildly in her chaotic brain.
From the agony of love wasted,
to the scars of a broken heart.
From the illusion of knowing herself,
to feeling the nothingness in self.

She endures it all,
every night and every day,
with a smile plastered on her face.
With music blazing in her ears,
or at times with an open book in her lap,
she lets herself fade into the background,
from the unseemly mess.
For she became unapologetic
and unforgiving,
with each passing day!

GREG RAKOZY SPENCER IMBROCK

 

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