A little boy's guitar

This is more than a simple song.

The little boy was all in tears

Playing pain on his wooden guitar

The music dancing on his deepest fears

Morning light shimmered through the scar

 

Empty eyes filled with golden light

Seeing nothing but eternal  black art

The wooden chords his only might

Playing love and beauty from the very heart

 

A future written in bright, red ink

The past encrypted as a voyage of thorns

In oceans of blood the boy will sink

Soar through the sky and forever mourns

 

Upon the hill where our story sounds

Where hell and heaven are long lost lies

The boy's tears fall on to the peaceful grounds

Ancient trees grow with his last goodbyes.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[....]

such a deep haunting read, nicely done

[Laura Maidah]

The reference to "tears" relating to light on a solidified "scar" was a tad awkward IMHO, but the rest is exquisite.

[Celestial Witch Child]

It drips with a haunting melancholy beauty...

[Btwixer]

I enjoyed this write, love the rhyme scheme

[Talismanic]

this is unusual and amazing... :)) i can hear that wooden gutiar going tunk-ta-tang haha every image has a surreal feeling