Black And Red Keys

A poem of my feelings.

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I used to tickle the ivories

Until they played my sweet lullaby.

Now they cry in minor chords,

Discordant and sad.

Whispering in my ear,

Words of hurt and hate.

Whispers become screams

As chords clash.

All to soon

The world becomes incoherent.

I used to play the black and white.

Now I sing on black and red keys.

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