A little boy's guitarA Poem by Fabula
This is more than a simple song.
The little boy was all in tears
Playing pain on his wooden guitar
The music dancing on his deepest fears
Morning light shimmered through the scar
Empty eyes filled with golden light
Seeing nothing but eternal black art
The wooden chords his only might
Playing love and beauty from the very heart
A future written in bright, red ink
The past encrypted as a voyage of thorns
In oceans of blood the boy will sink
Soar through the sky and forever mourns
Upon the hill where our story sounds
Where hell and heaven are long lost lies
The boy's tears fall on to the peaceful grounds
Ancient trees grow with his last goodbyes.
© 2012 Fabula
Added on June 21, 2012
Last Updated on June 22, 2012
AboutHello! I am a 17 year old male from the Netherlands and have been writing poems and short stories for only a very (VERY...) short time. If you have any critique you are free to comment on whatever y.. more..
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