Hollow body—
Filled with nothingness
Just a little air
Pluck my strings
Inspiring melody
Pulled from my despair
Stricken with ache
Her gentle hands
Will no longer play
I miss those moments
By far the most
Every single day
Loneliness—
She never holds me
Her favorite by far
Against the wall
I lean alone
Her lonely old guitar
Enjoy each moment
Remember them well
There may come a day
When your most
Beloved friend
Can no longer play
Sadness will creep
Into your soul
And then into your heart
Take it from me
Just one more weeping
Lonely old guitar...
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2 comments:
I am loving this new look. You've been so busy.
Inspired imagery in this poem. Very well done.
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