I am like the blues
full of sorrow
full of sadness
full of soul
a voice that cracks with passion
a voice that cries with pain
a steady beat
with wavering words
twisted into lyrics
to make my voice heard
soft and subtle
loud and longing
I only make it through
when I sing the blues
because
I am the blues.
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Classic
PoetryA collection of poetry. Classic feelings added to classic thoughts equals classic poetry. Rated PG-13 for language. © 2015 layschips1