Minstrels Warnings
I'd like to tell you a story of a boy who grew up to be a man.
A lonley man.
One day life came knocking, and out the back door he ran.
The music played so sweetly in his head.
But smoke filled his mind, and he never heard what the words said.
Now his days are filled with emptiness.
His nights are too.
He awakes to cold lonenly mornings.
Because he couldn't hear the minstrels warnings.
Hearts get broken, some never heal.
Words get spoken, and spin the wheel.
Where it stops, seals your fate.
Maybe on love, maybe on hate.
How long can you go on in a life of regret?
He wonders as he thinks of a time he tries to forget.
Hearts keep pounding till the very day you die.
I'm not sure, but I wonder if we'll ever know why.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
