After an excruciatingly long day,
I retire to the love of my piano.
Its lavish splendour
Fail to touch my tired soul as it used to.
As I weep,
My tears fall,
Then settle upon the ebony and ivory below,
Before escaping between the keys
And out of sight.
The truth shouldn’t affect me this way,
It twists and turns and slashes away,
Creating more pain and damage
Than any weapon could.