So um yeah, I've still been writing poetry at an average rate of 2 poems a week... but last week's poems were for certain people and the occasions surrounding them, so I didn't post.
Anyhoo, I've been going through a healing process of sorts lately, and I've definitely learned some things from God about it. If you want the real story, contact me in another way, I'd rather not say it here (besides, it would take over this blog entry). Some of you who read this, and you know who you are, know what's been up with me lately, and to let y'all know what happened, it was a no-go. That's it. Still, though I'm healing, it takes awhile for the pain to go away, and the pain sucks more if salt is added to the wound (but I think it makes the wound heal faster? I don't know.). I wrote a poem about it tonight. Sounds kind of emo, I know. And maybe I'll release some other stuff I wrote a while back on this situation, not sure. Without further ado, here it is.
"A Sad Song"
by Neil Mullins
Play me... a sad song
Play it clear and blue
Or play it purple, for all I care
So long as you're sad too
Had a chance and took it
Stepped out on the right foot
But I broke it
And yeah it's healin' (but the pain's still there)
With the pain comes tears of sadness
As well as irritation
But while I'm waiting for the cast to come off
I take strength in my salvation
Se l'amo, se la vie. (That's love, that's life)
Se la vie, se l'amo. (That's life, that's love)
Se la vie, dangit! Haha...
I guess that's how things go, my feelings come down like snow
So play me a sad song
Play it clear and blue
And if you're as down as I am,
You can sing along, too.
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