Instruments
I hated those instruments
with them I could not concentrate
upon them I blamed every
painful mistake.
I hated those instruments
that took away my breath
and making me cry
and then my heart bled
because I grew jealous
of people who could make beautiful sounds
I tried just a little
but left the instruments on the ground
I cursed those instruments
I think it was true hate
but I with envy, oh
utter distaste.
I feel a tinge of guilt.
Copyright © Jamie Girl | Year Posted 2015
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