Hymn for the Missing

thoughts on a particular song

Song: Hymn for the missing

The first word strikes a chord
Somewhere deep inside
A pricking sensation at the eyes
She tries to calm her inner storm

But no, a flood will soon rage on
There’s nothing she can do
The tears fall in that moment of truth
Her life reflected in that song

The pain, the heartache, the anguish
The darkness that surrounds her
An expression of it all is the cure
So continue on she must, as wished

The recommendation of her friend
She understood all in the moment
Almost as if it was heaven-sent
Everything comprehended in the end

Now, she found her favorite tune
Though not a necessarily happy jam
Every time it’s as if she’s slammed
But words and thoughts and lonely blues

Despite all this, she will let go
Because there’s no point in holding back
The tears, the anguish, the depressing black
She’d feel clean, pure as the snow

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