I am 15 and just starting. Comments, suggestions, and criticism all welcomed, please just dont be rude.

Fiddle Player

On a frigid day, you could hear his tunes,
On the corner of beginning and end.
That fiddle a sorrowful pair eyes,
Tears it will always descend.

His normal crowd shuffling in,
When all light turns to dark.
The notes he plays,
Your dreaded sins
Waiting to leave their mark.

The identical years, passing by,
Bringing change upon us all.
But that fiddle player always there
Reeling you in with that same old trawl.

Telling the story of his childhood,
Everyone begins to relate
Because the music he plays, all night and day,
Is the exact thing everyone hates

And as the beloved towers burned
We fight an unnecessary war
The once upon time audience
All seeking to find more

Myself becoming an unwanted soul
Driving everyone out of my life
Isolated from all humanity,
The only thing certain, that sorrowful fife

My friends all joining the army
Their biggest fear as kids
Growing up and changing
They now honor those camouflage lids

And at the end of the day, with nothing but nothing
We weep under the midnight moon
With the only thing from being alone,
The sound of that familiar tune

sorry Bobby…I have to agree with the rat…..try redeveloping your thoughts a little clearer…..organize a a structure that has flow…it’s not that bad……needs more clarity and less abstract.