till Poem by Joshua Mccoy

Like a guitar locked in a velvet case,
the strings of my heart have
yet to be plucked
and stands still:
Waiting for a kind hand,
to soothe searing scars,
that will never show.
Waiting for the love of a thumping pick,
to stir the locked sea of love banished away inside of me,
that will never strum these broken strings.
Waiting to be released from this encased darkness to the outside world on a stage of mismatched lights,
and have my true beauty revealed for the world to see while indulging in the happiness other happy couples take for granted,
as a whistling janitor closes the door to any newcomers.

Where are you?
Were is my rock star to shake me
from my still, abandoned coffin
called
Life?
Who will be merciful enough to lure my heart into permanent bliss with true intentions?
I pray my heart will someday fall in tune with
a loving another and resonate in beautiful harmony with
said angel until our daily notes come to an end.