Young Writers Society

Another poem entered in a poetry contest, please give feed back:)


I open my eyes
To look through my list.
I don’t know which to pick,
Release the sighs.
It’s the end of the day
And it’s the last straw.
I need to relax,
My feelings are raw.
I reach for my medicine,
Exploring through my pockets.
I fiddle blindly,
Until I find it.
I pull out the white wire,
And drain.
I close my eyes,
Without any strain.
The rhythm flows through me.
Every beat unravels.
I feel it through my feet.
The lyrics scream,
Through my head.
I open my eyes,
And realize,
Old thoughts are dead.
This music in my antidote,
It gets me by the day.
Note by note.