A tad indulgent to write often on this theme but it helps me exorcise my demons !
An acoustic man
I am infirm,
toy for a depravity most foul,
whose talons etch my body
with his dark prose, and bleeds
that which is me with vampiric lust.
He has taken so many
memories that should have been,
that now linger unclaimed in time,
picture post cards of a what if past,
floating, forever out of reach.
I am stripped,
just bare bones,
the sound called ‘me’, unplugged,
an acoustic man.
Yet I am the same song,
and now feel every note,
every beat, resonate with everything,
and it is joyous music I hear,
melodies with the force that is
a mother’s love, the delicacy of
breeze caught pollen brushing skin,
the heart pull of a child’s tears
and the beauty of a stranger’s hand,
held out to the fallen,
the wonder of just being,
and I will play on for I have many verses
for you to hear.