The sadness never ends.
For this is permanent.
It will be here
Whether I go
Or whether I stay.
“Who will weep for me?”
Too much to wait for
Here.
Too much
To see.
Kiss me goodbye
As I claw the sky
Like a falling bird.
My heart slowly ticks
With resentment.
I can see
The starry night
And feel
The cold air.
“How long can I howl into this wind?”
She is crying now.
What is she doing here?
“Oh, I miss your kiss of treachery,
Those tasteful words of vanity.”
The need to linger
Is sailing away.
Pulse and spirit
Is ending
In steps 3, 2, 1
Running out of time.
Closing down.
Down to the end.
Disintegration.
Add this to your calendar,
Subtract this from my eulogy.
Everything changes
But this sadness never ends.
Never.
_____________________________________________
“Now I understand what you tried to say to me/And how you suffered for your sanity/And how you tried to set them free/They would not listen/They did not know how/Perhaps they’ll listen now.”
-“ Vincent”, Don McLean
_______________________________________________
©2009 Torrence King. All rights reserved.
=================================================
from the poetry-art book: Dead Artists Symmetry - Available Now
To view and order go to:
To view and order go to:
http://torrenceking.blogspot.com/2011/08/dead-artists-symmetry-poetry-art.html
No comments:
Post a Comment