Poem: My Guitar Weeps

My guitar weeps...
by the city window...
as I hold her close...
saying never mind...
she will always have me
to lean on...
when she gets like that...
I try to comfort her...
but tonight she will not
be consoled...
and so I stay with her...
waiting for the time...
when her grief will be spent...
knowing no one will ever say...
"That one...she'd better watch out...
it's a thin line you know...
between sadness and madness..."