YOUR PIANO
Your piano eats my sorrow,
I crash and burn upon her keys
Her blues have spoken to my soul,
And once again, I'm on my knees
Lament and trauma echo,
As thunder lingers on the breeze.
Wild seas and rainbow's
Become my borrowed peace...
Violence breathes the putrid air,
Of premeditated death
The wealthy bask in greed’s embrace,
To suckle on the greenback’s breast.
My pretty, pretty, piano,
How I hunger for your sound.
In the dark, my quill conspires,
With my aching heart, unbound
My muse waits in the shadows,
She’s the only voice I trust.
Composing words of endless joy,
I paint the prose, I must...
© Wendy Phelan (Wendy Empathic Tigress) - Edit 2020
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Wendy - Empathic Tigress
Born in NZ, living in Australia. With a passion for writing from an early age. Traumatic experiences peppered my life but, gave me deep empathy and unconditional love. Poetry/writing are the best therapy and bring me peace, I hope to share.
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Splendid!!👏💕
Very well written poem. Excellent rhythm and rhymes.