Mar 2022
Forearm violin, and razorbladed bow
Play me the saddest song that you know
Sing me your pain as you cut out each note
A melancholy melody drenched in scarlet woe
I feel the burdens you confide within me
I embrace every chord your song screams
Im taken by the weeping will to live that pervades with every cry of the strings
And so the high comes low, the Grave tempo sweeps me through the finale's bend
And In my applause, I pray you never have to play that song again.
Will you accept the final note to bring to your suffering to an end?
Or will you let the past torment you again and again?
Play me the saddest song that you know
Sing me your pain as you cut out each note
A melancholy melody drenched in scarlet woe
I feel the burdens you confide within me
I embrace every chord your song screams
Im taken by the weeping will to live that pervades with every cry of the strings
And so the high comes low, the Grave tempo sweeps me through the finale's bend
And In my applause, I pray you never have to play that song again.
Will you accept the final note to bring to your suffering to an end?
Or will you let the past torment you again and again?
This is a revision to a poem I wrote many years back. The poem felt loose in areas and I feel that I was able to rewrite some of those line to be more direct, but also not to diminish the original message. Total amateur writer, I do this for fun so please comment and tell me what you think! Also as a more major note. Please check in on your loved ones often. Sometimes it's those closest to us, the ones who seen to be the happiest, the ones who seem to laugh the most that are hurting deep down inside. I ask you listen to their song, and be there for them so they never have to play it again. Thank you all. Much love.
