My Lifes Song Poem by Kevin Patrick

The Broken pieces of yesterdays sorrows
come shattering down, and peircing my feet
and as I try to stave the wounds off tommorow
fresh rivers of blood guide my streams of defeat



and I lash through crowds of a social preserve
The crooked smiles of butchers faces taunt me
So I pullthe raw strings of my tenderized nerves
cause Im a pawn piece stuck in a human machine


Now a vacancy sign hangs around my conscious
Like a jack in the box who hasnt got a home
The remains of my love have been taped with caution
leaving a vacutiy thats sawed into my soul


Through feral street that offer me safe harbours
The nursing night cauterizes my masked terror
You can find a kindred stranger wearing the same armour
Where the lines of sadness is naked in our marrow


Yet though Im born to fall, I will still carry on
I will sit, but not rest until I pass all worlds test
This life is hard to sing, but its still my favorite song
And I shall not stop dancing it until my last rest.