The overtone

The mind can be a lonely place. It can lead to beliefs that aren’t real. This is about those moment when the overtone of a troubled mind can lead to the false thoughts about loneliness.

The overtone

By Harm

The overtone

I was struck by the overtone
Of feeling alone
Oh, I stayed too long
more than my welcome
Ah, sweet welcome worn out
And yet, there was doubt
Where and when did I belong?
And the melancholy of the overtone,
went on in a monologue
For this would surely be my epilogue
Instead the overtone, became the undertone
I wasn’t alone
Even with scars,
I was surrounded by millions of stars.

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