Is It Not?

A telling piece, in lyrical form, about a moment prior to the worst moment.

Lying there on the softest bed
My lady wishes she could be dead
Pain on the inside eating away
How can she stand it everyday?

Stubborn like an aged mule
On herself, she can be cruel
No faith in pill or shot
This is crazy, is it not?

Blue quilt clutched upon her face
She must think I have disgrace
For her, I don’t, I love her so
It pains when she has no glow

Stubborn like an aged mule
On herself, she can be cruel
No faith in pill or shot
This is crazy, is it not?

I crumble when I see my flower
Wilt and dry up, I have no power
I feel empty without my other half
Being happy and wanting to laugh

Stubborn like an aged mule
On herself, she can be cruel
No faith in pill or shot
This is crazy, is it not?

Lost in a daze but I’m still here
I press forth despite my fear
Other pressures I must quell
I need distraction for a spell

Stubborn like an aged mule
On herself, she can be cruel
No faith in pill or shot
This is crazy, is it not?

The clock says quarter past three
I need her happy for the life of me
For me, for us, we must be sane
Free of the stress and undue pain

Stubborn like an aged mule
On herself, she can be cruel
No faith in pill or shot
This is crazy, is it not?

Reviews

[Hello, Goodbye]

very good lyrical piece.. good pace and recurring imagery..

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you rhyme wonderful...