Death is life’s cruel joke that no one finds funny How do you expect me to exist in a world when I keep losing people who loved me? I hear the wind chimes that carry their voice But I’ll never hear them speak again My mind’s supposed to be a capsule that holds all of the memories of them
These memories slowly become a broken record But I’ll never change the song Even when the record scratches I’ll keep running it back I hate this song But I’ll never stop listening What happens when the record can’t play anymore?
Am I supposed to hum the song in my mind? What happens when I lose the tune? What happens when I can’t rewind?
I can’t reach heaven with just my fingertips I can’t talk to the wind chimes without looking like a lunatic So I laugh At life’s cruel joke
A song In the windchimes
A record That plays over and over
A record that will scratch A song I will hum in my mind A tune I will lose One day I can’t rewind On that day Life will laugh away with everything that was mine
Note from editors
Welcome to the online edition of Frostburg State University's Bittersweet Arts Magazine. Every day our students, faculty, and staff strive to make the world a little brighter through music, writing, painting, performing, and a myriad of other forms of expression. It is our hope that this edition captures the beauty that lives on Frostburg State University's campus.
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