I’m a child.
You are too.
Drift away,
Lost love, too.

Trembling strings,
Low and clear.
Hold me close and
Kiss me, dear.

With this ring,
Sadness near.
Notes are falling —
Do you hear?

Death unwinds,
So drink not fear.
Chord to chord —
Should you hear?

Weary soul,
Lead me down.
Soft guitar,
The final sound.

I can bleed,
I can cry.
I can scream—
We all will die.

After all,
Just a trial.
An exercise;
guitar and rhyme.