doorstep blues

as I waste my hands on the piercing strings of this twenty year old guitar

i think of how much it hurts you and your father

that i play this broken body to it’s death

outside your doorstep

i live

with cigars and all this short lived satisfaction

yet i can only think of playing hide and seek with your lips

your mother tries to explain your early demise

but i won’t accept your cancer ridden corpse

in the mortuary of my mind

give me the love that i deserve

damn it

your father tries to explain but i wont have any of it

i’ll continue to be the only constant thing in your graveyard

singing songs that turn out to be my wailing

my sorrows echo through these white lily walls

promise me you’ll safeguard our heart’s tomb,

till the curtain of my life falls,


one word prompt


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