Just a warning:
I joined deviantart to practice my lyrical and poetry techniques, and as of the date of this journal I am quite rusty. You'll have to bear with me as irregular meters, rhythmic and speech patterns shall be acontemptuously slaughtered. So what you'll be seeing here is an attempt on continuing/finishing a lyrical idea that I came up with some time ago.

Here goes:

Did you hear it? Did you feel the sound?
Thunderous roar of the tears of grief
Striking the desert ground . . .
An agony in sound,
Cacouphony from all around,
Surround-sound pound.
Gravity pulls the flow heart-bound,
Until the soul the stream has found.
Crawl through the frozen night bleeding,
Stumbling in the cold.
Empty fingers left you pleading
And longing for something to hold.
The love forced to be left behind,
Held the peace you hoped to keep.
A wound to you, but also mine,
And below six feet of earth, sleep.

-Kinda depressing, I know, but it didn't come out of the happiest point in my life, either.