Broken Guitar

Ode to the broken guitar that lies in my room...

Broken Guitar

Goodbye, my friend, I'll miss you,

I'll miss all the times we had. 

The times when I strummed you

As and when I was feeling sad.

I remember the day I got you,

I was so happy I couldn't sleep.

I played you so much, everyone thought

I was really getting in too deep. 

You were never mine, but I still treasured you,

'Cos I knew you would always be there. 

Locked up in my room, watching the bright moon,

I played you whenever I was scared. 

But then the day came, too fast, too soon, 

Now your broken body lies here with me.

And I can't put you back together again,

And I watch you so helplessly...

Goodbye, my friend, I'll miss you,

You were here but now you're gone,

Goodbye, my friend, I'll miss you,

Even for a broken guitar, one can mourn. 

Reviews

[Drake]

nice

it's funny how the smallest, most simple things can make someone feel so safe. and then when they're gone you feel like a hole in your chest has opened up.
I'm a hoarder, I cling onto the very things that probably ought to be forgotten, the very things that will essentially destroy me in the end.

but always remember, that what used to be is really still there. you just have to look and remember hard.

[Daydreamer54]

Great rhyme scheme and I thought this was really cute! Well at least u can buy a new one! :p

[A.Lee]

This is really good :) Inanimate objects can have life too. They complete us in one way or another. A nice tribute to your old friend. :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Oh, I just LOVE this! I hate to form a review into a read request but you MUST read my poem, Blondie. I think you'll like it because of this. I thought this was just great!

[Blue tailed kite]

Awesome!!! I play guitar too... we all get very attached to our things, especially when it is something as lovely as a guitar, you have captured the excitement of having a guitar for th first time and also its loss... beautiful poem

[S. Kimball]

This is surprisingly moving. It's strange how we humans can personify and get attached to objects.

The poem was well-written and flowing, with good vocabulary usage. Good use of specifics to further your point. Overall, very well done.

Only one minor critique.

"The times how I strummed you..."
Should this be "The times when I strummed you" instead?

As a side note, there are people who repair guitars. Maybe you could take your old friend to someone specialized in doing that and get it fixed.