Second, well, third poem of the day. Another about being ineligible and having a cruddy director. Probably one of my longest band poems.
My heart is torn
In two directions
My life is crumbling
On the doorstep
My eyes are focused
On the distance
On the past
The future hidden
Glazed upon
A lonely mist
My mind a wild
Confusing list
The music ceases
The beat is gone
The melody
Rests too long
The notes forgotten
On the page
No longer fingerings
Written in
The sounds of silence
Long since hidden
Come to surface
Now is written
The page continues
Moving on
The rests continue
The music gone
Waves of depression
Flowing rapid
I cant remember
What I did
I've lost my band
My family ties
They look at me
With strange dislike
I am no longer
Of this band
So I shall leave
Although its sad
Goodbye my friends
I'll miss you much
Like me or not
Please wish me luck.