Tasha Young Poems
Before The Walls Come Crashing Down
Walking waiting commiserating doesn't know where to go from here.
Breathing ever so slowly hoping no one will notice me I'm just trying to make it out of here,
Surrounded by all these faces (huh) wonder what they're thinking formulating on what could make me drown in my own tears, I'm running away from all of these fears.
Wishing for someone to break me out of here before all my walls come crashing down around me.
Just wishing everyone would stop pushing me around tearing me down.
Always trying to run me down bosses me around.
Seems like my life like it's no longer mine to ...
Voice Of An Angel
A singer with her music folder in her hands.
Dressed up in her uniform on the stands.
She opens her mouth to sing and the graceful angel begins to sing.
Hear her sing in perfect harmony.
The light streams down from the stage lights above.
A beautiful white and a brilliant yellow sways back and forth dancing and crossing each other's paths to a new song.
The sounds of the piano playing the beautiful chords of harmony and melody.