I played guitar once
It was my soul mate before I found the words
As a kid sat on the edge of the bed
My fingers would sting
Reveal deep lines from metal strings
I played 'Beatles' tunes
I obtained one song book
That's all my mother could afford
What with us being 'free dinners'
On account a Doctor's mistake killed my father
Anyway those songs, I never liked them
Still don't
I was more hard rock and roll baby!
But now I let it be
The guitar
It lives in a dark corner
A shadow of itself
Reflecting the dark times in its dusty coat
A reminder of how far
A mind can travel from out of the darkness.
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