My Guitar

While my guitar gently weeps A feeling of pain within creeps The tune flows imminently in my veins Intimately mixed with the sorrow of pains The angst within reflects Subtly through the musical riffs and clefs My lyrics masked with a joyful face Cheats the world from life’s sorrow case Bye, Bye to my love I say Promising myself I’ll never see her come what may But my guitar still gently weeps From the memory set way down deep Can feel the crack, on my guitar, which once audiences regaled It pains me to see its music curtailed I wish I could give up this form of art Alas! God has been cruel! This is my heart!