The Blues


The Blues


The ink betrays my passion and pain

Secrets are made bare in every line

Stanzas dropping my feelings like rain

Bringing them all back to mind


The rhythm and rhyme keep a steady beat

With a baseline played from my soul

So that out of trouble’s tempestuous heat

The songs from pen to paper just roll


The vocalist tells of a heartbreak sad

And a guitar sings with such clear pain

The drums remember betrayals had

My wounds reopened in every refrain


All this hurt gets laid down on a track

And background singers come in to repeat

Extra licks and lines fill in any lack

And then it’s tweaked until complete


Finally it’s released to speak its healing

Scars of someone who has paid their dues

To those who are listening it is revealing

I guess that’s why they call it The Blues

  • Author: MDStone (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 21st, 2021 07:08
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 26
  • Users favorite of this poem: Coyote, Kim C..


  • Kim C.

    Absolutely loved it! You are certainly a skilled writer‚ú®

    • MDStone

      Thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to read my poem.

    • Coyote

      Yes! Absolutely brilliant!

      • MDStone

        Coyote, thank you for the encouragement. Thanks for taking the time to read my poem.

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