Not Poetry

I used to have a voice

That could sing the birds from trees.

I could warble with the worthiest of songbirds.

But now I sing for you,

To a slightly gruffer tune,

And a tone that goes better with crows.

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Because I need a break—

Been singing loud for way too long,

I don’t think I can take it,

And I’m tired of this song.

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My mother used to say

I had a voice like an angel,

As cliché as that sounds…

It’s not demonic now,

But I suspect somehow

That both sides try to tune me out.

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Because I need to rest.

My throat is cracked and torn.

I gave you all my best,

I don’t wanna sing no more.

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Because I need a break—

I’ve been screaming way too long,

I don’t think I can take it,

And I’m tired of this song,

And I really need to rest.

My throat is cracked and torn.

You know you got my best.

Now I’m not singing anymore.