Random Me

The Guitar Sings

This is a poem based off of a Painting by Picasso (uploaded above), I do not own the painting. Here is what I came up with.

I only hear the blues,
The sky, my skin, and clothes.
They are all blue like the melody,
My guitar sings.
I close my eyes while I play,
Trying to hear past the solem D-cord.
My life was better when I was young,
I could play this guitar all night
Now I can only play it for a short while
Before my fingers start to bleed.
My skin tears easy because of my old age.
When I was younger the world was bright.
Now as I sit here, alone;
Just playing with my guitar strings.
Trying to find that once colorful melody.