Futile Symphony

Futile Symphony

A Poem by Richard Mueller


I hear people screaming and sirens blaring,
shots are firing and eyes, in horror, staring
I hear murmurs of the death of a young kid,
my mind maps out the beginning of the crime, where the criminal went and what he did
And all the most vivid imagery comes in the form of sounds,
all sounding like that of the mapped out notes to a concerto, a symphony
A symphony known as "Death," inevitable and futile, however too soon it may be,
and, to that, I've more than come to terms with it

© 2017 Richard Mueller

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Added on July 31, 2017
Last Updated on July 31, 2017
Tags: Screaming, Blaring, Shots, Firing, Staring, Death, Kid, Crime, Sounds, Symphony


Richard Mueller
Richard Mueller

River Grove, IL

Written in digital ink, I implore to you my thoughts for they are something you'd be intrigued by, I would think The Poet And The Singer, Both With Silver Tongues PS I'm 17, but to be able to read.. more..