Lust For Life

So to return to this night again, oh in despair my pride cast away,

The laymen laughter rings clear through trails of ashen neuron decay,

And oh so many such nights I've lived, that perhaps I've lived too long,

If the heavens were so kind to spare a summer breeze; I leave here my swansong...

What is to be done with my work unfinished, and the many words I've left unsaid?

Dissolved in tears true and sincere, now that sarcasm of old has failed?

For they shan't survive the onslaught that brews, that I hear speak through the walls,

Oh dearest ones I must leave you orphaned, for I'm promised no friendly calls!

What have I to cherish or call my own from the charades that consume me?

To redeem my loveless soul as it weeps, in search of blissful memory?

How strange they speak and swarm me still, and shun my slipping senses,

Behold O' spectres of forsaken futures, do pardon my sorry defenses.

So sleepless eyes regard the serene, while the summer breeze sweeps away,

At bleeding hearts and wounded limbs, and she heeds all we've had to say,

And I shall dwell in dreams as old as me, carefree while the day's yet to dawn,

For love's long lost to the wayward winds, sure as the demons that spawn.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend. You said a handful in the poetry.
"At bleeding hearts and wounded limbs, and she heeds all we've had to say,
And I shall dwell in dreams as old as me, carefree while the day's yet to dawn,
For love's long lost to the wayward winds, sure as the demons that spawn"
The above lines. Solid, strong and honest. Hard to tell today. Are we doing good things or bad? Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[John the Baptist]

A very moving piece, this one, and well rhymed. Has the sound of one who is reviewing his life as it nears its end, and little satisfaction is apparent. The emphasis is more on loss and mistakes. It makes one want to take a personal assessment, that a similar fate might be avoided.