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
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Comments2
Absolutely loved it! You are certainly a skilled writer✨
Thank you for your kind words and for taking the time to read my poem.
Yes! Absolutely brilliant!
Coyote, thank you for the encouragement. Thanks for taking the time to read my poem.
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