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They're like songs resonating in my ear,

Songs that lack notes but with music as I hear;

But then, they are simply plain words spoken,

A double-edged sword that strikes on a heart that's broken.

At first I had a regret of giving in

Since it was a life that's tired of losing.

Shameful, without pride, I stood to survive,

Went on like a puppet, waiting for each day to arrive.

Like the usual days, my knees touched the mud on ground.

There's nothing new on the low with my feet on bound.

I didn't care breaking what is already crashed.

Who minds to my dreams burning into ash?

As I look face-to-face with the earth where I fell,

A voice bravely spoken woke me up from hell.

"Will you freeze yourself while time keeps on running?

To listen to the struggling mind that negates faith,

Or to hear the voice of the heart and its dying passion?

Whatever it is, stand. I care."

Suddenly, my eyes opened.

No chains nor dirt as I lie supine on my bed.

From my eyes a drop of tear fell,

It's not a nightmare, though it seems I was dragged from hell.

I tried to sleep to go back to that "dream"

But I failed, for there was neither whisper nor scream.

My soul wants to hear those words again,

And wholeheartedly, to say thanks to him.

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*This was written before To Close a Book. My first attempt after two years.
This is a poem about learning and life. I am so thankful that I was able to meet that person. :)