Used To

Everyone 'used to' do something

Used To

 

I used to be able to play

Not brilliantly, but good enough

Enough to enjoy it

Enough for others to enjoy it

It was an accomplishment

An achievement even

Hard work had reaped rewards

 

Then the sound changed

It wasn’t bad, but it didn’t sound right

Slightly off-key

Just enough to make a listener wince

Playing became a chore

The music sounded forced

The silence sounded worse still

 

I play no longer

Author's Note

Pray, tell...

Reviews

[Nienor Niniel]

It's hard to have to give up a hobby at all, but even worse when due to regression of skill.... Especially when there's no apparent reason for it.

If this poem is about you personally, what did you used to play (if you don't mind me asking)?

[So Ensnared Truth]

I've dabbled with a couple of instruments, to no great success really.
This piece is inspired by some Stanley Donwood writings, and is (meant to be) a metaphor for love/relationships.

[Nienor Niniel]

Ah, yes, that fits very well, too!

[So Ensnared Truth]

Why thank you, Ma'am.