-GUITAR STRINGS-

Creeping into my soul,
Like a dark cloud.
Removing all that is beautiful and light,
Seeing the dark side of addiction and true pain.
My heart begging to help,
Swatted away without a second glance.
My body pleading for a tender touch,
Shut out without empathy.
All that I have come to know,
Slowly fading into nothing.
Holding on by a musical thread,
That has been wound far too tight.
Falling is inevitable,
Getting back to your feet is optional.
I'm standing tall,
With scraped knees and six-string.


Just one of my poems...posting to get some feed back. Enjoy!