Death Of A Nightmare (For Simon Mol) Poem by Andrew Fincham

It’s fair to say
I loved you more
when I believed your words
I will not call them lies
(at least for now)

Instead I try
to find out how
you saw your way

What monstrous
visions drove you on?
How fearsome was the road
you travelled for so long?

I cannot tell.

Both audience and applause
I shared with you
who wove a tale
from cradle
to the stage

You played at
poet
shaman
statesman
lover
thief.

from platform
to a
sick bed
to a
cell.

And in the end
I find I hope
that you believed
in everything

(except your self) .