Just Some Chords To Keep Me Company
20 April, 2008
Author: Shiloh
evening gathers 'round
the cracked and pot-holed parking lot
beneath the neon sign with parts unlit
and in the small motel room
by the busy highway
somewhere out there
beyond all the memories
I sit on the edge of the bed
and tune my old guitar
and slowly pick chords
as they come to me
choosing those
that sound sad when put together
and played with a waltz beat
and I think of you
and I think of how it was
and I think of what's back there
back down the highway
back where I came from
back where I won't go back to
and I try
but am not able to
miss it
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| zach (66.24.112.118) -- Monday, April 21 2008, 06:18 pm This is the happiest poem you've written, and the happiest poem I've ever read. To be able to put all that pain and misery behind you, to just lay it down and walk away from it, to leave it back there -- that is a good thing. |
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