In the corner of this dim-lit room,
Weary notes drift like a ghostly tune,
Wrapped in the moody haze of night,
Lonely shadows dance, just out of sight.
Whispers ache, like a heart that knows,
Every trembling glow that the darkness shows,
With shadowed chords strumming deep inside,
I feel the blues pulling me further aside.
Fleeting dusk paints the world in grey,
As smoky shadows steal the light away,
The clock ticks slow, marking time’s cruel embrace,
In this weary song, I find my place.
Each note a tear, each strum a sigh,
Losing myself in the why and the why,
As I chase my dreams through the thick of the night,
Those aching whispers fade into twilight.
Every part of me longs for the dawn,
When the rhythm of pain has finally withdrawn,
But until that moment, I’ll ride with the flow,
In the smoky shadows where the weary notes go.
So here I stand, in this fading gloom,
Feeling the pulse of the notes that loom,
Though the night is long and the road is rough,
I’ll keep on playing, ‘cause the blues are enough.
In echoes of silence, my spirit will sway,
To the weary notes in a moody haze,
And when the dawn breaks, with its bright, tender grace,
I will find my peace in this sacred space.
Blues
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