Music.
But not so much-
Stressful afternoon
after a morning of competition
Now kept awake by a sleepless night
of life's confusion.
I hate the way
my fingers lie flat
on the tired strings
that stretch like veins,
all torn up
and at my rist,
a ceicing of blood,
so the feeling has been lost in my
hand
my fingers
after a long
painful day
These bones certainly won't
hit right where I want-
So tonight,
I will never make
Music