Whatever this is, I'm done.

Tombstone Blues

 

A sudden gush of emotions and the need to weep

How to put it? I loved me!

But, well, as they say, death loved more-

The willingness to carry on exists more

The chance is gone.

 

Tombstone blues. Weep love

Willows no longer impress with their brown leaves

Yellow. Blue and scarlet songs no longer rhyme.

Word-full, mouthful. I can no longer weep or shout.

You, however, scream for love. Dance maybe

It’s all on your court.

 

What to write? What to say?

He lived, loved, lost, died!

No legacy, no dreams achieved. Vain all the same.

Write something, lie to the world that I was good!

“he walked among the good and gave life color.”

Hell no.

 

Say he loved the wild. But never went out to see it.

Say he tried. But failed in everything.

Weep not. Celebrate. One more broken arrow lost.

The quiver is lighter and success guaranteed.

Dance tonight and tomorrow.

 

Let him walk among the living not again.

How to put it? Forget the lost sheep.

Let the shepherd be at peace.

no dreams of stray wolves catching him

no more fear of not having enough bullets for the war.

He was like one stuck in the chamber

Not firing, not helping, not leaving.

 

“Look, son! The struggle is over,”

Wind is musical again. The war is over, might are at ease.

The dead are gone and the demons at night too.

Smile. Tombstone blues not again.

At least the daisy on the belly flourished!

 

Reviews

[Karey]

This is Deep.
Many thoughts n emotions awakened