Ode to a Dying Dead Man

Ode to a Dying Dead Man

 

The winter’s bitter hand covers the ground

Rain clouds come out to play

Creeping in the night, it comes to sweep you away

 

A darkened dream, littered with shadow and sufferance

Muzzled and cowering in the shade of our contentment

 

The path we migrated

Now a shattered film strip of bleached dreams and glassy journeys

 

Flowing away down the dark river of fatal mortality

Taking my affection and aspiration with you to that nocturnal place

 

Dream of me amore

Behind that darkened veil

As I bat away the shadows that linger behind you

 

Author's Note

Reviews are always appriciated!! Poetry isnt my strong suit so im trying really hard to improve it!!

Reviews

[The Elder Pine]

If you were to keep improving I think people would begin to think of you as someone of strong poetic tallent-you have it and it shows.