Complex Rhythms
october 22nd, 2011
Not perfect, not okay.
Two broken songs with melodies lead astray.
The harmony is filled with dissonance,
and expressions take innocence.
Still the worst is yet to come.
The sun will be a dismal gray,
noises will be but an unsteady drum.
No hearts will beat as one.
Staccato rhythms loud and clear
strum through the streets, causing fear
and tears from what is next
in the chapter of the perplexed complex.
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