Harmonica

01 Jan 2008

Xillus X
Harmonica
An instrument 
of sad hobos, 
cowboys, 
prisoners, 
and loners everywhere, 
you wail the heartache of 
lost love, 
lost horizons, 
and long lost freedom. 
You become the lips, 
voice, 
soul - 
the very essence
of the lives of the lonely
when they need you.
Calling a dingy pocket a home, 
and a loner your only friend, 
you continue crying out the
sad, sad songs 
without a single complaint. 
I thank you -
for the understanding companionship.

Free Verse

Object

25

0

Xillus X

Find out more about Xillus X.

Poems by style

Poems by content

Archive

About MyPoetryForum

If you enjoy poetry, this forum is the ideal place for you to read new poems, meet the authors and improve your own poetry by judging and discussing the poetry of others.