Thursday Poetry: My Guitar


 

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My Guitar

 

When I play my guitar

In the dark,

The strings echo

For years,

Passing days never change,

Outcomes of war

Filled with shame

The grief of it all

In the rubble

Of lost lives

Making me play

In the dark.

 

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