Heart String Sorrows
Sadness plays my heart strings
With a bow of rosin’d guilt
Tear drops stain the notes upon the page
Sorrowed cello whispers
Of a soundless worry wilt
Harmonies distorted in this rage
Out of tune concertos
Fall as fractured cymbals blare
Steady as the beat of gathered pain
Broken mirror rhythms
Sit upon the favored chair
Misery in musical refrain
Violin’d distractions
Born of melodies so thin
Echoing performed apologies
A cappella opus
In a prelude to the hymn
Composed for you in all sincerity
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 4:51 PM UTC
Heart String Sorrows
Sadness plays my heart strings
With a bow of rosin’d guilt
Tear drops stain the notes upon the page
Sorrowed cello whispers
Of a soundless worry wilt
Harmonies distorted in this rage
Out of tune concertos
Fall as fractured cymbals blare
Steady as the beat of gathered pain
Broken mirror rhythms
Sit upon the favored chair
Misery in musical refrain
Violin’d distractions
Born of melodies so thin
Echoing performed apologies
A cappella opus
In a prelude to the hymn
Composed for you in all sincerity
I once hurt a friend who I adored. The guilt almost destroyed me. I wrote this poem about this mis-deed I had done. It was a while ago so I thought I would share it with you here. Though, it still tears me up that I could be so stupid.
