I sat along  the sideways singing
along with the sad songs
feeling all the words being
almost one of the lyrics
lost trying to hold on
  to almost blues and almost
holding on to
my broken heart my
bad times song
when the guitar strings
sang the next time last
next it strummed
a sad chord strained
  along the chord
it hummed
   brought me out of it
almost magic
     and there I sat
along the last time  
  next,
the brink of  
    tragedy
in  a calmness