Your Lost Song

Symbolic poem written from the point of view of a guitar.

I sit here, waiting

In the cold

Aged and broken,

Stained and old.

Longing for

Your eager embrace,

A moment that I

Am anxious to face.

As I rest, dust gathers

In an even coat,

And I dream of the songs

That, upon me, you wrote.

My neck still feels pinches

From once-present fingers,

And, although it hurts,

Your presence still lingers.

So I'll dream of the chords

That you used to strum,

And the softest of melodies

You'd playfully hum,

And I'll wait in this closet

For however long,

Until you feel the temptation

To play your lost song.

Reviews

[Daydreamer54]

Wow i like it! A wonderful poem u have here! Great rhyme scheme and I feel the longing of the guitar wanted to be taken out and played again! keep up the good work! :)

[Joshua Donahue]

it's very emotional and touches the reader's heart. it's one of the perfect mixes of music, poetry, and love that I have read. love it!

[Jessica]

That's really good :) I love the imagery and emotion. Great write :)

--Jess:)

[Thomas Fleet]

I really like the rhyme and how it's told from a guitar's point of view.
It's interesting and makes for a unique read.
Thanks for sharing.

[Kristin]

i like this alot. it flows so easily it makes it very enjoyable to read.

nice.