Day after day he pours his troubles into that old guitar
his fingers lovingly stroking the stings
his hand holding it close
he makes sweet music
with tears running down his face
Hardship and trouble follow him
but that music keeps him sane
he keeps his head down and works though the tough times
but what really keeps him going is that old guitar
He's strong all day long
but when he goes back to the place he calls a home
what really get him through is picking up that old six string
and struming his pain away
He sings under his breath
telling an imaginary audience of the hell he's been through
and he lets it all out
the pain, the anger, the fear, the hate
he pours it all into that old guitar
Author notes
Ummm.. I picked the pic. (: WOW I like that pic.
I'll leave the light on for you (I love that song)
A contest entry
- A few different options, Everyone welcome! by Brucie.
450 points, ended June 12, 2007, 11 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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i have a friend who is like this, only i don't think they play the same music, but i like this poem, i mean in the end i guess we all have our old guitars, for me it is my computer and my pen, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest
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So true
Music can have a huge affect on people, it can save your life. A wonderful write, I love your rythm and language. Thank you for entering. -
wow, i didn't think this would hit me liek it did..I play guitar and like it says on my page..Music has saved my life, not just the stuff i lestened to, but playing myself. it's kind of like poetry..getting your emotions out a healthy way..anyways best of luck in the contest!! great write!
Casey
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