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