that obscure chord
it sounds so distant
so chaotic
so dissonance
those string of notes
that never really seems to work
they sound odd
out of place, thats me
i am like that sharp note
that you weren't suppose to play
in the scale of life
you once asked me
if i was a song
what song would i be?
just give me a descending minor scale
that minor note, striking it down
the downward notion
give or take a metaphor
you said "you are a guitar"
think of how far you can go
or how fast i can break
pluck the strings enough and i will snap
when the bridge snaps, the tension releases
occasionally striking the player, a deep cut,
a scar, even the occasional fractured wrist
depending on the tension i was wound at
so restring me up
play a sad songs on me
my specialties
deep hollowed wood frame
that warmed tone
perfect when feeling alone
you know my depths
as i take my slow breaths