Today's Broken Hearts

There's a smoky haze lingering obviously in the air.

And the stench of countless yesterdays' failures clouds the senses of the poor souls gone to drink them away.

The atmosphere reeks of the heartbreak and bitterness written on the faces of the crowd.

And still they come. They come to listen. To her.

She sings to them, to all of them.

Her chocolate brown eyes piercing their walls, grabbing their souls, singing to their worn hearts.

The beat, slow and bluesy, rocks them. Swaying away their troubles.

And in her own mind she sees them for who they are. Loves them for turning to her voice.

She'll sing to their hearts, hoping the best for each. Maybe this tune will be the one to will some lost soul back on the path.

She bids them good evening, dreading the next moment. When her own life comes calling, her own sadness is remembered.

Thinking as she turns to leave the stage, "who is going to sing for me?"

Responses

2 comments so far.

1. Orpheus . says:

   fame cannot tempt the bard
   who is famous with his God
   nor laurels him reward
   who has his Maker's nod.

   Thoreau said this, and I think it makes a beautiful contrast with the seeming despair of the narrative's end.
   This is a good free verse. Nice images coupled to that desire of the artist to connect with their audience.

2. 4 SUGAR BEAR says:

   This is wonderful.... to be an encourager for those needing encouragement, although in need of encouragement to be that encourager... it's quite a cycle- life is.... you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours...
   hmmm, thought to ponder..
   If a priest listens to and grants sinners forgiveness, who does he go to, to listen and grant his sins forgiveness?? No offense, I go straight to the Big Guy,
   my Lord Jesus... I'm not big on playing operator...
   ~PEACE OUT