Sing
While we were consecrating this
as sacred ground
they were busy clearing it of character
Routine always ruining
the mess of mania I craved
His stoic tongue
stifled even the singing
as if his soul was petrified
to break out into song
But there are those of us who know
breaking into song
is how we break the spell
of being broken by the world
❤ gooood!!
Nice Level of poetry!