The bards of the departure

This poem is written for my fellow writers who were a part of our poetry book .

Here we are a vision, an open book, and a dream

Where each put one’s heartache along with silent scream

 

Here we have gathered our essential pain

Still we laugh, still we smile, perhaps we are insane

 

Combined by The Departure, that somehow sat us free

It wasn’t just a name it was much more, I wish I could find the irony

 

As this departure is made of our streams of consciousness

A departure of my old world, of friend that no longer I miss

 

But how come we smile when we are around

Wasn’t melancholy our main bound

 

Perhaps we’ve became so clear, one sees other heart

Perhaps we shape human pain, and carve it into art

 

Or was it the same glass of wine that we all have drank

Or are we a crew of one ship, together we have sank