an old instrument with rusty strings

he sits alone in the
darkness

on a wooden chair

The walls surrounding him
have no
mirrors and
the windows are covered
by the thickest blinds

He doesn’t want to see his
old age

and the decay that already
started consuming
his body

In his mind he’s still
young, still
in his early twenties

still dreaming

He’s listening to music

He’s playing the music
and it exhausts him

The music comes from
within

An instrument with strings

His growling guts

He lubricates them with more
beer

34 thoughts on “an old instrument with rusty strings

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    1. (☞゚ヮ゚)☞ Thank you, Scott!

      For some reason I find it very easy to imagine myself old. I’m only in my twenties though. Maybe when I’ll be older I’ll find it easy to imagine myself dead…
      I heard the dead write good poetry ◉‿◉

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  1. Loved this Bogan. I have a ‘big’ birthday coming up next month but there’s no way to really celebrate beyond a long walk alone and maybe a video call. I’ll be lubricating my old strings with a beer or two, I can tell you!

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    1. 。◕‿◕。 Happy Birthday, Tom!!

      A long walk alone and a beer sounds very good for a lot of people I know.
      I don’t know what day in February is your birthday, but I’ll be saying “Happy Birthday, Tom!” every time I crack open a beer (It’ll probably happen daily, so I won’t miss it :))

      Cheers! 。^‿^。

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      1. Haha, I’m honoured that you’d put your liver through that for me… 🙂 I’m trying to wrack my brains about how to put the milestone into a poem I can post on the big day. Rusty strings an all!

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        1. (\____/)
          ( ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)
          \╭☞ \╭☞ Don’t worry, there’s nothing changing for my good ol’ liver.
          At least now it’ll have a more noble reason to walk through the liquid fire…

          It’ll be fine.

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  2. Love the poem, Bogdan. I consider myself as a daydreamer as well. So, love your profile. I’ve started off with my own blog just yesterday. If you want, you can have a look. 🙂 Keep up the good work. Following you now.

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  3. Wow, awesome poem Bogdan and love the spoken word… It really gives it a beautiful affect. Age, growing old, a part of life we will all have to endure, but I don’t think we need to look upon on negatively. I think she, wisdom, experience, some wrinkles are very beautiful and inspiring 😊🌹

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