I wonder who will bother to read... hmm...
Yeah, I know it's an old poem. I haven't written anything new in a long while... I guess I'm not depressed enough... Anyway, tell me what you think.
-~ * ~- Silver Strings -~ * ~-
Emptiness is my soul; the hunger for love is no longer there.
Musty innocence can no longer hide my face,
The dreaded tears leave their faithless scars.
On my cheek, coldness prints a callous stain;
My soul softly holds my lonesome guitar.
My fingertips strum the few silvery strings,
And into the darkness I release one longer note.
With no song in my heart and no love in my soul,
No beautiful tones can escape my throat.
I let loose my hands and let my guitar fall,
The hope of my song has diminished beyond low.
With a soundless crash and a tearful demise,
I try to free my mind from another torturous blow.
Sad eyes in the mirror reflect into my heart,
A teardrop captures the remaining hint of light.
The cry of hollow strings awfully screamed;
They shrieked so loudly into that dreadful night!
I witnessed my spirit float out of those cracks,
And into the darkness my soul slipped away
With lifeless fingers I clawed the weak air,
Allowing my heart to twitch in dismay
Alas my poor spirit flittered beyond my reach;
I watched as the night sky swallowed it whole
Now the empty strings lay before my battered eyes,
And no longer can love survive in my soul.
Like the broken pieces of my shattered guitar,
I feel the sting of sorrow break my fragile heart.
And like the damaged song never leaving my woe,
I feel my loneliness slowly tear me apart
-~*~- Sonya B. -~*~-
-~ August 11, 2004 ~-
Emptiness is my soul; the hunger for love is no longer there.
Musty innocence can no longer hide my face,
The dreaded tears leave their faithless scars.
On my cheek, coldness prints a callous stain;
My soul softly holds my lonesome guitar.
My fingertips strum the few silvery strings,
And into the darkness I release one longer note.
With no song in my heart and no love in my soul,
No beautiful tones can escape my throat.
I let loose my hands and let my guitar fall,
The hope of my song has diminished beyond low.
With a soundless crash and a tearful demise,
I try to free my mind from another torturous blow.
Sad eyes in the mirror reflect into my heart,
A teardrop captures the remaining hint of light.
The cry of hollow strings awfully screamed;
They shrieked so loudly into that dreadful night!
I witnessed my spirit float out of those cracks,
And into the darkness my soul slipped away
With lifeless fingers I clawed the weak air,
Allowing my heart to twitch in dismay
Alas my poor spirit flittered beyond my reach;
I watched as the night sky swallowed it whole
Now the empty strings lay before my battered eyes,
And no longer can love survive in my soul.
Like the broken pieces of my shattered guitar,
I feel the sting of sorrow break my fragile heart.
And like the damaged song never leaving my woe,
I feel my loneliness slowly tear me apart
-~*~- Sonya B. -~*~-
-~ August 11, 2004 ~-
Yeah, I know it's an old poem. I haven't written anything new in a long while... I guess I'm not depressed enough... Anyway, tell me what you think.
