My instrument lies quiet in the dark, dusty and forgotten
And I wonder if I should give it away to the kid that has music in his eyes
The blind reality wrestles with the hollow lies, love and hate salsa tonight in the spotlight
Mania and depression cultivated the fruit, anger and denial fed her the bitter sweet wine
On hope’s funeral, faith sings in a language no one understands
On hope’s funeral, faith sings in a language no one understands
I feel like a forgotten book, marked up at a page
Waiting for myself to pick it up one more time and start reading again
They say that it’s getting late and that I should get going
But I just need my mind to fallow for a while
If and when I am back, I’ll ask for the time
And I’ll set my clock to your time.
6 comments:
Why is it that negative moments rhyme so well? Rather, why does pain seem more beautiful in text, literature and in scribbles?
Beautiful.
Cheers,
Blasphemous Aesthete
the right hemisphere of the brain is associated with negativity and creativity...that is why rhyme comes more naturally in melancholy.
aah I get it now. :D
this is stunning,
romantic feel with some pensive thoughts.
well done.
invite you to join poets rally today, a free verse will work.
any poem is welcome.
cheers.
lovely take on some sad moments.
welcome to poets rally.
have fun reading.
@Promising Poet's Parking Lot
ty for the invite.
I did get to read a lot of amazing writing that was listed for your rally, you people have done a really good job getting together writers.
@Jingle
i am having a lot of fun reading.
ty for reading my verse.
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