Again the spider's web has been spun
Silky threads of poison
Clung to my lungs
The last song ...
The last sigh
The last word ... All uttered
And the time to depart has come
gained a few pounds of pain that
Seem to stay
Despite the exercise of faith
Broken limbs
Mauled face
Must all seem perfect ..
To walk the road ahead
No tears this time
No sighs ..
No favoured good bye's
No last stare
No running wild in love again
No pain is felt
Just a .. Loud emptiness that feeds on dying flesh
No fear this time
Its clear this time
That tomorrow will be gloomy ... For a while
Hurricanes and earthquakes will join hands
In friendliness
And trees shall burn to their roots ...
Their ashes will stand tall
Like black oily stalks
No whisper
No stare
No sign will be found
For this spec of dust ... Shall be long , long gone .....
No comments:
Post a Comment