"Rhythm" (a Poem)

Rhythm

Drumming, drumming, the rhythm calls

To find a body to hold it's own

To move the soul, Awaken the spirit

The rhythm calls, awaiting some merit

Awaiting a chance to be free.

Rhythm screams to be known

When suddenly an echo begins rhyming back

He notices that deep within it's found

The rhythm seeks the source of the sound

To find that it is in everyone

Knocking, knocking, to be let out

To be expressed in a vibrant noise

Freedom, freedom, he crys out

Only to find in all this lies

The midst of a beautiful song,

That he is more free then anything.

By Aimee R.M Condon