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.
Thursday Poetry: My Guitar
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.
