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Buried
Six feet below your footsteps
In rainfall consisting of ink
Forgotten duets and melodies
That slowly wither away
The composer who once cherished them
So greatly
I can hear the world
Above my eyes
Covered in grey
Swallowing the voice
That only sang
In a reverie
My hand
Freezing into the gold you wished to create
Tell me
Do you admire the letters
Of words who demonstrate bravery
Rising to the grand stage
That is a submission?
Or do you despise them
For never being good enough
For recognition?
The musical notes that radiate with pride
The words on paper who strive
For your positive opinion,
Yet in the end,
For the dreams of creation
Who give their all to survive
A burial dead
Is better than a burial alive.
