Chained Melody

The music storms within me
Strains I can't express
I am a chained melody
These chords left unpressed
 
My soul aches with feeble hands
When that one song plays
And my brain mimics the band
The hurt lasts for days
Years
And that's when I know
That's when I decide
 
It hurts
That's the nature of the thing
Maybe
It hurts me more than most
 
Me, with my trembling heart
Me, with my pain-filled hands
 
No one thought I could do this
Or should
Not even me
Especially not me
 
No one except The One
Plus one.
 
I tried not to hear her and the Infinite
And found myself immeasurably outnumbered
With a guitar in those hands
 
Call me crazy?
Get in line.
I'm first.
 
I strum with bum hands
Until I think I've gone mad
Or maybe I always have been
And for once
I'm doing something sane.
This poem is about: 
Me

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