Asound

By Avani Tiwari

How do they not hear the eerie sound,

The sound they call to wail,

Cause the lily heard it all,

When this soul curved up into a ball,

And said less, the least, 

The stream from its eyes said it whole.

Not sane but fine, quite contrary,

Lips smiled, eyes looked away,

While the brain went astray.

Don't necessarily have,

As they say,

Something to say...

Or I did pick up some words,

My throat afraid, saying it all loud,

Might implicate me, deemed cursed.

Music I play, all the time, aloud,

A hope bright, that I would mask

My lone disease's sound.

The silence screeches,

Bleeds me dry,

It's like, without that music loud,

Deafening, yet proud.....

I don't seem to find my ground.

Is this the life

To which I am bound????

By Avani Tiwari