Just a Man.

Just a man,

In a park,

On a bench,

Without a clue,

Listening to myself,

And what I pursue,

Looking forward, blind,

For an answer,

That can’t be defined,

With all the drama,

That kept me intertwined,

When it rests on my back,

In tune, wooden, and light,

Perfect with all its might,

But more beautiful with a pick,

Just the strumming,

Can make someone homesick,

So I play, and play,

Till the rain came down,

But it had no say,

The notes were endless,

Like my hearts beat,

Always roaming,

Forever on the street,

Till I realized,

Looking at the guitar,

There was no sound,

For my heart was being strummed,

Bringing life to what I found,

And as I hit the last note,

I landed a tear on the string.

Screaming that’s all she wrote