Sharp Old Songs

by cantchangeme   Mar 4, 2020

Beneath my wrist there are violin strings
But their music feels lost in the past
What is an artist without her art
Not a gravestone but the shadow it casts

I remember an alter of sharp metal things
I was drawn to, to lessen the pain
Between the black and the red I sought out the end
Yet here today I remain

Many a friend has now returned to the ground
Thoughts silenced in seasons decay
When younger I felt it’s pull more keener than now
Even though now I’m literally rotting away

Those that still feel a pull of the symphony strong
Who find reverie in its familiar tune
In that dream of angst and of gore.... Remember
The crescendo exists, and you'll be hearing it soon


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  • 10 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    This beautifully expressed despite dealing with a dark subject. I particular loved the last stanza which is very true- very relatable. I would agree that as we grow older we come to understand ourselves better and we tend to find reasons to stay alive and be strong in life.