Treasured Keyboard

I love my keyboard. I have never been betrayed and my thoughts always matter to this master friend of mine!

This blackened keyboard

Can tell many stories!

A few of great love...

But many more about my woes!

For I have opened,

My entire soul to it!

 

For I have typed and pounded...

Out so much about me!

That is why, every now and then,

Outta loveliness, I pick you up,

And dust you off... real good!

 

Cleanly free, my finger prints...

Or the ashes and coffee too!

That I've spill over anguished

...Feelings about you!

 

Because if this keyboard...

Does like so many, former friends,

That turned their backs on me...

It certainly could tell,

Far too many... of my treasured,

Secrets and stories,

I've revealed to none but only you!.

 

I mean after all,

The tears I've shed...

Your voiceless keys,

Are sure to make me weep!

For you're a friend

I must always worry about keeping!

 

I betcha thought,

This poem was....

About none other than you?

 

Reviews

[shoaib]

haha so true, i think this poem does speak for most of us in this digital age
awesome work, very REAL and thats what i liked about it

[Raven Starhawk]

^^* When I read this I thought it was going to be about something or someone...But then I figured out quickly what it detailed and it was a fun read that you shared.