My Poems in a Book

~Part 9~

My Mind is a Broken Violin

It was fun at first

With a sweet sounding melody

Everyone loved to listen to it with me

Until the strings began to snap one by one

Pluck

I know I should have gotten it fixed

I should have done something

Anything at all

But I didn't

I just wanted to keep playing it

Pluck

Another one goes

The music I play makes no sense

But I can't get it fixed

I refuse to talk about it

The people who notice

They look so concerned

So disturbed as they watch

And I continue to play until

Pluck

I'm running out of luck

I don't see the point of playing anymore

I want to get it fixed I really do

But I just can't bring myself

To confront the issue

And I play on but it doesn't take to long until

Pluck

Why don't I just give up

Now I'm tapping on the wood

Just trying to keep the noise from stopping

A noise that

I've forced myself to believe brings comfort

And it does

It does

I swear it does

Tap

This isn't some make shift drum