The Sound
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

It's not often I'm feeling
Particularily appealing
But today is a day when
New feelings come eeling

And I can't complain
Even though I feel the same
I feel somuch better to mind
The struggles? Left them behind

All the skeletons in my closet
I feel like they've been rinsed away
The pressure? I just tossed it
Rejoicing over this new day

The voices? I don't hear them calling
Nor am I mute or trapped within bounds
The ringer of such stranger fragrant emotion
I'm sure, it must be the sound