Broken Guitar

The strings are broken...the music is lost.

 

I stare at the broken guitar

Trying to remember the music

Wishing the strings would work again

But knowing the damage is done

Feeling the sadness fill me up

As the notes slowly fade away

Knowing that someday new ones

Will take their place on the page

Playing music used to be my passion

But now it doesn’t work

In helping fill the void in my heart

And the anger in my soul

Sometime soon I’ll hear a song

And try to play the tune

But music seems like a distant memory

That used to fill my entire life

So maybe I’ll fix that old guitar

And learn a brand new song

Because silence can’t last forever

When music is trying to play through

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

I absolutely love this poem. I had the exact feelings today but it wasn't the guitar that was broken. It was my heart. Stolen from my heart were the notes that once fed my soul. Your poem made me realize the reality of my loss with hopes for new music to heal my wounds. Thank you.

Mr.Lopez