Deep Seated Blues
Deep seated Blues
This ugly colour, long lived – sung, can be cathartic.
Setting free destructive moods – escaping the harsh Artic
waste lands, as one births her voice – begins to sing
of all – their essence, their understanding - aloud, will bring
to this, sad, – lost in the history of your time -
wasted emotions traversing the pathways of this rhyme.
A song of cathartic notes, brings joy, a peaceful way
in which to begin life anew, start a brand new day.
To this world, coloured in blue, let us pray
that all the pain – created – will fade away,
making room for rays of sun light to shine,
to light up a path, a wealth of experience to mine,
– for gold, the brass ring – the freedom to find
the meaning this ode, this voice, that has told
to the sight of the listener, so she may unfold
and choose to take a much smother road.
B. J. “A” 2
April 9th 2004
Copyright © William J. Jr. Atfield | Year Posted 2014
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