Cento Part Two

Cento Part Two

We are screaming inside but we can’t be heard

Long silence followed then again her voice was stagnant midnight stirred

Pain so extreme as to cause writhing I’m confused by the agony.

Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite terror of their reality.

And a pill won’t take the pain away. But it makes you feel good in a different way.

What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.

Line 1 Sarah McLachlan I Will Remember You Line 2 Charlotte Bronte Jane Eyre Line 3 Imperanon Rhythm of Pain Line 4 Edgar Allan Poe The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket Line 5 Jackal Locked and Loaded Line 6 T. S. Elliot Little Gidding

Masque

Fake smiles on put upon faces

No genuine laughs to lighten the day

Nary a hope of knowing what one’s place is

Only the masque, a mere children’s play

We cavort and politic, Sell our secrets for fame

Keeping the bigger ones close to our chest

Legions of fans screaming a name

Never willing to take five minutes rest

When one of them falls another will rise

A sad state of affairs, a hard thing to see

A short focus on the cause of demise

Never willing to place the blame where it should be

We worship too hard and plot our way

But sometimes it’s taken way too far

There’s a line that’s crossed, very easy to stray

To be near the rising star

Leave them time for their lives, it will be good

Their work will gain for it too

Think if it was your life you know you would

Dislike being stalked, True?

Somehow the rhyme scheme got away from me here.  The sentiment is there though.

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