Poem -
Struck A Chord
Running my hands over heart strings
Feeling for that way under skin,
Spewing words I know you heard
Not letting up until a certain dagger cuts within.
I play a tune to match your mood
Stopping on the sound that gets you down,
Does it strike you odd to feel ashamed
When you struck the chord of calamity.
Now it's known your secret notes
Plaguing mouths of vicious hunters upon you preyed,
Blending in with the circling sharks
When it's your blood spilled in the water
It's no fun to be picked up and played.
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Comments
WOW D!!........"It's no fun to be picked up and played!"...............I absolutely, was mesmerized by this piece.........fantastic phrasing here ..........the blood in the water imagery blew me away with it's perfect delivery of the hunter vs the hunted..........I am in awe of how quickly your skills as a poet have developed bro!!............a stunning write!!..........Love and Rockets !!............T xo
Thanks T im not as active on here lately but im still writing. Appreciate the comment it goes a long way in my future development.