Myself to Fill the Silence

Watching years go by,

All the time of my life

Flashing before my eyes

As I get ready to die.

So what did we get, a feeling?

And what did we leave, a temporary memory?

None of it matters once we leave.

Do you see what I mean?

Spending time with you

Or writing songs to play into

My little space of time--

These are my comforts of mind.

If we make our life's meaning, I think

My life's about you, and the music that I bring

To fill up the silence with me.

To show myself what I mean...

Because the music is me.

So that's what I'll get, a feeling.

And that's what I'll leave, echoes of a melody,

And showing you what you mean to me--

I want to make your life better.

So here I am at nineteen,

Starting my life, what will it be?

Standing on the ashes of old dreams.

I've got the music back in me.

Author's Note

I'm going to add another stanza after the first one, but I don't have anything yet.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A very good poem. I like the thoughts and the strong closing.
"So here I am at nineteen,
Starting my life, what will it be?
Standing on the ashes of old dreams.
I've got the music back in me."
Good to have the music. Give us hope and fresh energy. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[A. Amos]

I have to say you really do have deep soul, one can feel you right straight from heart and trust me as a reader one can from heart. Add me as a friend so we can view each other work. Thanks and all the beat

[Chantel]

Thank you! :)

[A. Amos]

you are most welcome