Temptation

Wisdom doesn't always come from marble pillars

“Temptation is born from every breath,”

He said, taking a drag from his cigarette,

Then he threw it on the stony ground

And turned his back on the misty town.

Overhead, the skies remained gray

Blending the hours of every day

From moments past to moments born

The dingy gray town was all he had worn

“Take your time in what you choose,

With each step you gain, but you also lose.”

He walked along the road heading north

Feeling that his life had run its course

Weeping words from rain soaked lips

Meaning, and thoughts in pieces and clips.

And as he plodded toward that gray sky

He didn’t wave or say good-bye

Tattered clothes and a pistol at his side

His words kept flowing like the endless tide

“This is the way we love when all the world has hate

And this is how we fight when we’re slaves to the state

When money has meaning and hearts can be spent

This is how we live when our souls are for rent.”

In the cold, gray mist his words rang true

Dirty, cracked fingers, bloody and blue

A shot was heard, or maybe a few

They found his body down the road from Kingsview

Author's Note

I promise not everything I write is depressing... it's jut that I'm often depressed.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I have known many who decided death over life.
“This is the way we love when all the world has hate
And this is how we fight when we’re slaves to the state
When money has meaning and hearts can be spent
This is how we live when our souls are for rent.”
The above lines. Honest, strong and true. One day. We cannot remember our face, one day we can't remember our voice. What is left to do? Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Paul in the Buff]

There was an inspiration for me at the time. Sometimes we find wisdom in the people we least expect. Thank you for your feedback. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.