Never Ending
What is with this fading music?
It’s not masquerading music.
This annoying tune is stuck inside,
it’s a never changing music.
A repetitive four beat rhythm,
it’s a never aging music.
Over and over it plays,
this quiet drum beating music.
The beat is always internal,
with its eighth note knocking music.
A person could go insane,
from this irritating music.
The drums are coming for me,
in this never ending music.
Here is the REWRITE
Never Ending
What is with this invading music?
Certainly not masquerading music.
This bothersome jingle is wedged inside,
It’s a never varying music.
A repetitive four beat rhythm,
for a never cascading music.
Over and over it plays,
this loud drum beating music.
The beat always internal,
with eighth note knocking music.
A person could go insane,
from an infuriating music.
The drums are coming for me,
in my never ending music.
YOU ARE READING
Overbooked
PoetryOverbooked is a collection of poems, flash fiction, and anything else I deem fit to share. Some poems elude to others of my works, some I haven't shared. Enjoy.
