Blues

One sold his soul
to play the blues.
Only to go through hell
to write about them.
I know,
that no matter how I feel,
there will always be someone
experiencing much worse
than I.
The music helps
the healing
and lets you know
the pain and hurt
are temporary.
If you listen
you can hear my soul
in the singers voice.
Being blue is
the darkest sense of color.
A sign of life
barely hanging on,
but I know
I’m not the only one
who suffers.
-Kurt Rees
©Copyright 2009 by Kurt Rees.
All rights reserved.
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the perfect poet award reminder,
thank you for the attention!
cheers!
five loaf nominated you last week,
thanks!
Love this one Kurt.
Being blue is the darkest sense of color.
Great line. xx