Chopin In My Head

Chopin In My Head

A Poem by After Midnight

I sit in my dark place

Cool air on my warm face

As I desperately try to erase

Close the closet door just in case


Musice fills my head

Nothing can enter, everything is dead

My body feels like lead


Chopin's musice played by other fingers

Rhymes sung by other singers

How I wish to be a swinger

Listening to Chopin

Played by other fingers


My mother comes home and she calls my name

I feel the rising shame

Burning my mind like a flame

Everytime my mother calls my name


Chopin's music turned on like a faucet

As I sit here in my closet

Let us try to pause it

Chopin's musice turned on like a faucet


I hear her foot steps outside my door

Chopin gives me some more

And she finds me hiding on my closet floor

© 2008 After Midnight

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wow you had me by the title

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After Midnight
After Midnight

South of the Moon and North of the Sun, NM

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