Violin strings
Sing
The story of my life
Unlike the blues
They play off
Mahogany
Often, we
Look down at our past
Overlooking
The good quality
Times
And all

Why reminisce
Situations exempt
Of bliss

Sit in
Situations
Awaiting
The arrival
Of my rival
Archenemy
Has characteristics
Found in me
We
Are a story
Plotted
With convictions
Because of
Our connection:
Conflict

My mistakes
Stay with me
As long
As I let them

“Forget regret
It only begets upset”

I can’t remember
Where
I came from
I only remember
The trips,
Falls,
And bumps
Into the walls
I can recall
The long hallway
I wanted to take
But
Afraid
I turned away
What lied at the end
I’ll never know

Death to those
Who don’t find out!

Too late
I’m dead

And the violin sings…

Inside
There’s not much moving
No motion
Promoting me
Deeper into depression
Deprived
Of the one thing promised
In life

Life
Lied to me
The night
I tried
To live
With what I lost
Couldn’t cope
Lost hope
And the scope of issues
Wrapped
Around my throat
As a rope

I fought
Long and hard
To discard
These
Strings of destiny

But the violin sings…

Louder
Than I can cry
It plays
Longer
Than eye’s can cry
Laughter
Lays at the end
Of the room
Smiling
In my face
I look
The other way
And stay stuck
In the past

Beautiful music
Tries to change
The ugly mood
But
Happiness
It doesn’t bring
It just happens
To have a melody
Loaded
With songs to sing
My body
Stays motionless
And
Only my hands
Will ever dream
As they move
To the grooves
And dance
Across the strings.