Wait...then break

[Falcon2001]

Silence

Holds me down inside

like a suffocating blanket

designed to confine me inside the folds

So

I sit in class with eyes of death

Watching the other kids, and wondering

what they would look like in a coffin

Eyes closed

Hands folded

Or maybe what my entire class would look like

In a mass grave

would they be packed in like sardines?

 

or jammed in like so much strawberry jelly?

So

I sit, holding it in and I

Wait

Until I get home and lay loving hands

on my guitar, stroking the countours and

drawing my fingers across scratches dear to me

and I continue waiting...waiting...waiting

for the amp to warm up

for my life to reassert itself

for the truth to come marching in the door, arms wide open and scream "HERE I AM"

for my self-loathing to go away

and when the amp is warmed up...

that's when I stop waiting and

Break

 

Slam the strings with a plastic pick

drawing discord into melody

and releasing tension in a wonderful flow

like exhaling poison gas

like stepping out of a noisy factory

like getting a backrub after a long day of working so you can afford your only christmas present

And as I stand there, my hand flying across the frets of the guitar

I sing along to songs I know

and songs I wrote myself

and songs by people I never knew

 

And that's how my life works...

I

Wait

Then

Break

 

CiodenDarkeye

Page of The Mighty Pen

[Peredhil]

Powerful commentary on the ability of Art to defuse, whether it be music (as portrayed), or drawing, or writing.