A Desperate Symphony

We are delighted to host a brand new writer with us on the website, please welcome Alyazia on board with us and her debut piece titled A Desperate Symphony

 On that cold wooden chair,
She sat.
Eyes closed,
Ears covered,
Having no place to escape to.
Papers were spread in front her,
Waiting to have their emptiness filled.
What will them? He asks.
But gets no reply.
Her pen was trapped in her tight fist,
Crying for freedom.
And writing.
Not to forget,
A muse that never rests.
Waiting for his writer to start,
He stands behind.
In the shadows of her mind.
It was a perfect combination,
To compose:
A Desperate Symphony.

Author: Alyazia


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