Asghar Abbas's Blog - Posts Tagged "writerly-blues"

I won't.
I know I can't compete with your Musician.
He breathes his music into you
and touches you in his absence.

Lute or flute - he's fluent in your folklore,
He has your measure, meter, mythos.

What I do kills me patiently.
You think you know better,
but you're just dying faster,
High on the toxicity
that you aren't smart enough to see
Trusting what you should avoid,
wary where you shouldn't be.

You say you've survived loneliness:
Does that mean you'll survive this?
After is the loneliest day.

I wish I knew what to say.
In dreams I have a borrowed word
a crack of light in a shattered sky
the right song in a hazy bar.

But when I wake the word is gone
the light is wan
and the song
you're hearing isn't mine.