At Least My Piano Loves Me

wrote this early this morning. Not my best, just what was on my mind. To whom it may concern: I'm sorry.

I'm wide awake, it's 6 AM

My head's mess, myheart's mayhem

Some words bounce around in my brain

Others cause excruciating pain

Black and white beneath my fingertips

Slowly the fog releases its grip

Insomnia pressing down on my mind

I want to sleep, but sleep is hard to find

I miss you already, so very much

You're too far away, you're too far to touch

I'm really sorry for what I said

Can't even sleep on it, I lie awake in bed

I wish desperately to hear your voice

Anything but this painful white noise

I sit up to touch the keys, I begin to play

Piano helps to melt the pain away

Dawn is now breaking, like our hearts

Red blood staining clouds, ominous art

I hope that you will be okay

I know you loved me, but I turned away

I was a fool, for I didn't see

What fate had laid out for me

I'm far too late and all I know

That the only one who really loves me is my piano.

Author's Note

I know this is belated, but I am sorry. Hope you forgive me.

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

I play, also, so this is a touching write!!
Well done :)

[MissWordSmith]

i play the piano too and i totally can relate to what you mean. the joy i get when i play, washes away every other feeling but happiness and peacefulness.
this piece was touching. And the tempo and rhyming was great too! Keep writing,!!!

[MattWheatus]

The way you describe being consoled by the escape into music is touching and emotional. Excellent poem!

[Jamie]

Beautiful. Absolutely tragically poetic. Fitting.

This kind of cuts me to the core because currently I am writing a free verse story about a pianist who fell from fame.