Benjamin Ng

Fear...
Distraught...
Delirium...
Forlorn...
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Poets often use many words to say one simple thing, it takes thought and time and rhyme to make a poet sing with music and words, their spirit and heart. It takes time to get their message through because it can be too blunt too sudden, the poet is afraid that the message can hurt the reader, make him or in this case her scared. I am one of those poets in order to tell you.
I’ll translate my song as I go along:
Fly me to the moon
And let me play with the stars
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I gaze upon a pale blue sky.
Silence,
The Sound of White Noise
Plays Steadily.
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Shrieks of melancholy tear through the sky.
What I thought was the truth was all but a lie.
Friends and family turn on one another.
I lost precious people and even my mother.
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