I Will Play My Guitar

I'll play my guitar,
My wounds too deep for sun to reach.
I'll strum with my eyes
squeezed shut
because maybe Immortality will take me
to a place where
I left my heart
untouched
pure
Beneath a painted sky

Maybe my singing will open my chest,
Slow my fast heart throbs,
and stop the flying years trickling
from the upper to the lower chamber.
Maybe the C will make Crystal come back,
and my grief disappear.

Maybe E minor might unblurr my vision ,
so I won't be blind anymore.
C sharp, B, E may make me believe that love is not one to one,
but one-to-one to everyone.
.

If I push the strings hard enough into the frets,
I might want to never degrade myself
or let dreadful thoughts,
come too often,
overshadowing light,
where interstellar static voices
atypical suplex
resting

Maybe my still pond might be rippled
by the whip of the winter winds
or by the teardrops if I play F chord

Maybe my life would stop fading
Recoup and go the right path
when I lay down my guitar.