Saturday, 12 January 2013
A Sob Story
A music man sits idle,
Content to fiddle his broken violin.
An eerie symphony glides along the passageways,
Passes along the depths of my soul.
A weary sob arises.
An unwilling cry,
A hopeless longing,
An eternal desire,
But then so immensely scorned.
A haunting melody fills the air,
Just like a wounded bird
Whose cry dies deep in his heart,
So does I arise.
Only to fall back in the shadows
On my own,
((( asheil.august 5, 2011.friday.1650hrs.)))