Array ( [sid] => 6052 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => The Maestro [time] => 2002-11-01 15:25:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The night,
so endless,
having such an apathetic influence
over the conscious mind.
You are not alone.
These words I remember,
as alone, I sit here waiting.
My mind is out of tune ,
the words in my head ramble,
with no rhyme or reason,
like an orchestra with no direction.
The crescendo moving
towards the very peak of insanity.
The baton will now be passed
to my heart,
the only true maestro.
The music overwhelms me
and I must follow it's lead. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 36 [informant] => POOBEAR [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide ) Your Poetry Dot Com - The Maestro


The Maestro
Date: Friday, 1st November 2002 @ 03:25:00 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: POOBEAR
The night,
so endless,
having such an apathetic influence
over the conscious mind.
You are not alone.
These words I remember,
as alone, I sit here waiting.
My mind is out of tune ,
the words in my head ramble,
with no rhyme or reason,
like an orchestra with no direction.
The crescendo moving
towards the very peak of insanity.
The baton will now be passed
to my heart,
the only true maestro.
The music overwhelms me
and I must follow it's lead.

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