This Place Poem by Chloe Evangeline

Music
a language
it moves me
pounds me
sweeps up whats left
of a broken soul
lifts me up
away from earth
and I look down.
I finally see
things I was blind to
as it lets me fall
i wake up
groggy
painfully aware
of every foreign sound.
I can never stay
no, this place wont let me.
I am silent
waiting for a chance to go back up
to be lifted again
as i lay on my bed.
Become lost on reality
as fiction takes its place.