What The Thunder Said, Vol 4 | Page 43

Follow the Drums

by Jillian Schraeder

The drums keep beating on, beat on

Rhythm running though my skin, heart,

I hear them though the walls around

But walls I built can’t shake down

Yet. Not until I hide away

From the faces all around, round

And I hear a chord of pleasure, pain

But I can’t let it rip my chest

Not until my feet fall straight down

Hard onto the heavy concrete

Solely driven by nothing else

The drums, the drums, their constant beat

Slip off my heels, my masquerade

And free my anxious fearful feet

As I walk along darkened streets

I hear the fading beating drums

I know my path has been mislead

If they are not growing stronger