Sax
Sadness.
An all too familiar feeling?
Welcome home!
Pain.
Numb escape?
Take my right hand!
Insomnia.
Counting sheep?
Lay with me!
Drunk.
Been to the bottom of every bottle?
Sit at my left!
Grief.
Lost a loved one, can't handle the pain?
Sit on my thighs!
Shame.
Name dancing with filth, gossiped
about?
Climb on my back!
Failure.
Does your frustration play out like a Jim
Carey movie?
Sit at my feet!
Lonely.
Never been loved, never noticed?
Stand on my head!
Need a minute.
Wanna cry?
Here's my shoulder!
Broken.
Wished for a final breath?
Hold my breath!
Poor.
Can't afford the next meal?
Grab my loins!
Perverted.
Spewing foul words?
Shut my ears!
Hurt.
Trying to hush your heart?
Close my tear duct!
...Leave my mouth
For I have something to say...
A seed won't grow if you don't plant it in
the ground
Like its sound depends on the skill of the
player
Your life depends on your talent
Like a sax needing the breath of man
Your life depends on your words
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poem by Jenim Dibie
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