One-man band

 

A one-man orchestra,

missed beats and broken dreams.

Playing along to his own sound,

a drowned scream

in a river of noise.

The internal drums pound

like heavy rain that falls,

gunfire patter

as it strikes the ground.

 

A one-man band of hurt and regret,

forgot all the chords on the fret.

Now discord is all that we get.

As his feet play the same dull beat,

his heart tries to compete

and tambourine thoughts

shake through his head.

Ringing enough 

to awaken the dead.

 

Front man, backing band,

leader, 

follower 

without a plan.

Just one of the lost boys,

through gravelly throat

he hums, his broken voice

trying to find the right note.

He only produces noise

that makes the world want to choke.

 

One man band,

grinding out a tuneless uproar.

Grime-soaked voice nothing more.

Crime all that he knows,

flies where the wind blows,

goes wherever the crowd flows.

Misreads the Highs

And thrives on the lows.

 

 

 

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