Blue Bird Poem by Timothy Long

And now the end is near,
I shall shed a tear,
I still feel fear,
Held by debt,
Fleeing the loss of regret,
Ole' blue eyes come again,
I will fly you to the moon,
Mellowing fright,
You'll learning the blues tonight,
In the wee hours of the morning,
When I think of you,
I ask the sand man for a dream,
Like a blue Christmas,
Your love feels me slowly,
Without you my demons are star felt,
It should be impossible,
Under that cold November sky,
I'll wait for you,
But you live your own lie,
No matter the passage,
No matter the movement
They're all the same,
The suicide kid they will call,
The free bluebird did fall,
Getting drunk again,
What a delay,
A poor smuck they will proclaim,
Don't try,
You will see if it's for you,
Too much effort would be a waste,
If it comes simple it should be here to stay,
I finished this addiction,
It has made the years go by quite strong,
Helps dealing with my burdens for so long,
Life has changed a new,
No longer do I blink wearily,
No longer do I rage silently,
I smile a new life,
The heart has slowed,
The fog is still there,
The stress will remain,
Which means there's more time to let go,
What's done is done,
Just no more fun,
It will subside,
Something new must take its place,
I miss it however,
I loved the light,
I loved the rush like a drug,
I counted the cost,
My best goal for years,
The result ending up with a jaded man,
I could have died for it,
Not so long ago I would have too,
Quit while you are young,
It would be foolish to die during middle age death,
After all let life be like a letter,
And death a note unread,
For so long I never expressed myself,
It felt like dying one piece at a time,
I knew a lot of people,
I could die for those people,
But I couldn't or wouldn't live for any of them,
Ask away about life,
Whether it's a miracle or struggle,
I've seen and experienced both many times,
It never gets better,
You only get wiser in your years,
The wisdom makes you think you live a great life,
When your realism knows its all but strive,
All that is left of the years and addiction,
The scars from the cuts,
The smoke in my lungs,
The wrecking of my teeth,
It all happened so fast,
Was it worth the small blast?
I thought it saved me,
I was wrong and had my regrets,
But I got to move on and put it all to rest.