Concert

Sins of my youth.

Close

My eyes

Find myself

Lost and entrapped

Within your sweet melody.

A

Sinful confectionery

Bound to give

A healthy person

Diabetes.

With

It's decadence

Taste.

Yet

So helpless

To pull away

Without losing

My soul.

As

Your lead guitarist

Skilfully plays

On my heartstrings

With his callused fingers

Driving the song.

Carrying me

To rarefied heights

Only imaged

Before.

While

My heart threatens

To explode

From the pounding

Verse.

Never

Wanting it

To end

Yet end

It must.

As

Those most dreadful

Of words

Are uttered:

"Good-bye

And thank you."

Leaving me

Crushed and exhausted

In my soaking wet clothes

Anxiously waiting

For the next show.

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

a good musical piece can cause a flood of emotions
and you have penned them well
love once again how you so openly share yourself
thank you sweet lady

[Holly Mason]

p.s. I am not reading sin in this if I missed something i apologize it just reads like love for music to me*)*)*)

[therisa]

Oh Holly, you haven't read too much in my poem or the years of my teens and early twenties. Your welcome and thank you, for your kind words. Was lucky, living so close to Toronto, I could see all of the major acts, as they toured North America, before concert prices got so expensive.