Horn of Pain
You don’t know me,
but you know the sound of my horn
Bleak are the notes —
even bleaker, when you hear those notes,
is the sound of your pain
When you step into my smoky, ocean side atmosphere,
you’re attracted to the wails
Sinking hearts, that has taken on too much emotional water,
can be buoyed in a sea of tears when listening
to my dirge dirt digging horn
My lips love blowing out the anguish,
your ears love dancing to the hurt
This horn of mine wields power like an ax ...
Blue waves of sharp melancholy astral vibrations,
compels you to order another glass
of liquid happiness
to drown in your troubles
Sweet seductive pleasure charming you
with burning melodies of intense sorrow
Another set of speechless pain
you desire my horn to play ...
but I have too much to declare
Entry: The "Bleaker the Better" contest.
Sponsored: By Julia Ward
Dated: June 7, 2017
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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