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andreappd
Whyville Poet

My iPod Died, I Died

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Close your eyes
Let the notes absorb into your skin
You don't just want it
You need it, crave it
You can't survive without it

It whispers in your ear
You try to push the scary thought away,
Completely dependent

Surrender yourself
Lose all control
Let it take you over

You're not denying it now
You know it's true,
Wholly surrendered

The beats driving into your ears
The lyrics crashing into your head

And instantly I feel so complete
Trying to savor every second
I see the red box in the corner
Who knew such a little box could have so much meaning
Who knew such a little box could bring so much fear

Dramatically, the box disappears
My heart breaks
The silence overwhelms me
Darkness creeps in

There's no escape, locked inside
I'm a prisoner, aching for something
Something to deafen my ears from the pain
To block it all out

But I have to sit there
Sit there in pain, defenselessly
My throat begins to sting
How long can I hold it together?

For now I know what it means
To be wholly surrendered and completely dependent

 

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