Broken Piano.
  17 likes
  •   1 comment
Share

cjhaleTeen Charlotte Hale, call me Charlie.
Autoplay OFF  •  4 months ago
The sound you make in your troubles sometimes, helps. But what happens when you can't even cry out against your pain?

Broken Piano.

by cjhale

I wish to cry out against the night which holds me captive.

My voice has failed me.

And the thing which breaks my heart more than my situation,

Is the broken piano in the corner of the room.

It wrenches my heart inside my chest.

For a broken piano is more pitiful, even than an out of tune one.

An out of tune piano can still cry out in its despair.

Strangled, strained and warbled as that cry is.

But a broken piano can only crouch silently in its pain.

Not a sound breaks through its broken lungs.

And it dies.

Barely breathing.

Stories We Think You'll Love
cjhaleBronze CommaTeen Charlotte Hale, call me Charlie.
a year ago
Painless
This it what I suffer. This is the pain I can't fe...

cjhaleBronze CommaTeen Charlotte Hale, call me Charlie.
5 months ago
Run.

cjhaleBronze CommaTeen Charlotte Hale, call me Charlie.
10 months ago
Sound Mind.



bernardtwindwilGold CommaGranddad & story teller, tomthepo8.com
4 months agoReply
Charlie, you wrote a gem here. The piano metaphor was imaginative and well written. Great job!!!!!