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Aug 2014
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.
Jack
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Jack  San Antonio Texas
(San Antonio Texas)   
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