A Stirring Song

A Stirring Song

A Poem by Light

A poem which could very well be a song

Oh, as all floats, as the murmers of the city sound
as the luminous sun shines bright,

On all the wonders that many in this city found,
In the centre of the square something’s not right

There is a put, one that everyone in town,
knows to never, not even just once, look down

Well, let us say that no one in this very well is doing well,
At the bottom all is mud and all is brown,

But if someone were to listen, so intensely, then perhaps,
They would know there’s a lively fish deep down

Because my songs, they tear through everything 
The rythm of the night keeps me awake

The waves, they ripple, they disturb
the tension that is ever-served, so freshly by the Crown

Oh, my songs, they tear through everything
And my voice box will keep singing past the grave

© 2023 Light

Author's Note

I’m going to explain the entire thing here
So as you can guess it’s about a city where everyone is very rich, happy, all the good stuff. And inside the well there is, well, me. Since they don’t look inside the well they don’t know I’m there and I won’t ever be pulled out. Instead I sing songs to pass the time on my own. It is here as a reminder to myself that I am capable of having fun by myself and managing my life even if it gets dark. It’s also based on a saying in my native language, ‘to sit in the well’, to feel blue. Never stop singing <3


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Added on January 26, 2023
Last Updated on January 26, 2023
Tags: Song, city, well, put, crown




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