I have been sentenced
by the blues and that music
cuts right through me,
like a chilling electric saw
grinding at the fabric of my soul.
Maybe there’s more to this story
than what these few lines tell
and the blues
have no fascination for me
and just leave memories,
of how sad life can be
and the strings played
by a child hooked on drugs
who would never be free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem