Jazz Piano

Jazz+Piano

Madelyn Miyares, Staff Writer

The worst nights

Make the best songs.

And the worst rights

Are the best wrongs.

 

Ask myself if I’ll sleep.

I might…?

Wrong.

‘Cause the worst fights

Make the nights long.

 

Long like the song that never ends

Long like the bond of “forever friends…”

Should I make amends?

Or just say amen

 

As I pray for a day when the sun will rise;

And the pain will die,

Along with all the lies

That your words supply.

 

Will you ever reply to my plight?

Will I fall asleep tonight?

Will I win this fight?

Or will you ruin my sight

 

Of the world I loved?

Of the girl I was?

Of the sun that shone

While my life was blown

To pieces.

 

Thank you for reading my thesis:

The Tale of A Life In Recess.

A Childhood Torn At The Seams Just

To Seem

 

Perfect.

 

But I’m nervous that

These words will fall

Flat

That these rhymes will not stack

Up to the

Purpose

 

I lack.