OF LOSS AND GRIEF

OF LOSS AND GRIEF

 

The band is called The Shining Oblivion
Crooning songs of abandonment and loss
Endless tears run down the walls
We dance to The Inconsequential Trot
Slightly out of step
And a little out of time
No-one relaxes here
There is acid in the wine

The music is ominous and heavy
Like a deep black funeral march
The dancers cry, "Don't bury us!
We could not stand the dark!"
And the future is an empty room
Shrinking in width as well as length
And I am shorn of the hope I had
My spirit has no strength

There are those who at times like this
Run to their ghosts and their god
And who am I to say they're not right
I have no words to my song
My road has no signs for direction
No promise on my destination
So I dance to The Shining Oblivion
Never dreaming of salvation

              By Phil Roberts