Song of The Shattered Soul

I tried to portray a poet, a writer or even a musician what it’s like when they're conceptualizing and idea and how those memories rush back to the good and bad times and how sometimes music gets involved as an underlying character within the drama of the relationship
The ash tray begins to fill with cigarette butts as the page lays empty

How can I forget what you said?

How can I begin to forget your face?

But memories flood back instead

How could we let the argument grow out of control?

When everything was calm and collected

And to this very day I wish you were mine to hold

I still wish I felt that warmth we felt

The only thing that soothes my mind, my body and still shattered soul

Is the music that hits right at home

I can't stand the echoing silence anymore

I become weary of the crap the stations play

As the lyrics echo in my head

"And these years have seen
So many imitations turning green
Each like the last, they go right on past,
Like credits on a screen
But your memory blazes through me
Burning everything"

The ashtray, now empty and the page still barron

My vision all grainy and my face still pallid

Stuck in the forgotten memories of long ago

Oh those day of yore.

That’s where my happiness lay and that’s where I shall go
   By Kevin Guadamuz
Published: 8/28/2008
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