The Anthology Of Rock In Your Head Poem by Rani Turton

The anthology of rock in your head
That hypersensitivity to words and notes
Your attraction to eccentricity
Speaks more eloquently than you do.

Your hands, long and scarred
Some tobacco stained nails and sleepless nights
Your eyes, weary when it was daylight.

Now you go wherever life beckons
Your nights in strange lockers and towns
With long names and foreign friends

You have nowhere to go but yet
You are never alone. When times get rough
There are crazed moments of intensity.

But then laughing, laughing, in the moonlight

You walk on, your shadow loping beside you.

Copyright: Rani Turton