A New Voice Whispers Poem by John Duffy

Now my life's great party's over and this Black Hole

I now live within
Ruled over by Father Sin


Which just loves to breathe me in and out


Like the silver flutes once did


When I used to walk by and watch the marching Bands of Manhattan play


As the Majorettes twirled their shiny batons


Oh, what I wouldn't give in this loud sound of silence


To quieten this pain that still hurts the most


Even though I'm now just another lonely ghost


My cherished memories of you will always be my Immortal Home as I wait in here to atone


I used to pray that I'd wake up free from this asylum


In the warm arms of my beloved but now lost Angel


But no matter how hard the memories or even how painful


I'll keep it as a happy place filled with all her love and photographs



So, I just wait here


In a hidden place found on no handwritten or drawn maps


Somewhere
As I flutter my white flag of defeat


In the cold and hot heat of The Great In-Between


Lingering by these bright lights like I was walking on the Moon


Kicking up broken white stones


Singing sad songs for the hordes


Standing in the creepy shadows


Watching me crying like a wounded King




Come Back
Don't fear you won't fall


They all chant as the Golden Bell rings


The Crying Game needs feeding


The eleven-inch nails need pulling out to stop the bleeding



Stay with us
The Nameless Things



We who whisper and sing in the Dark all around you


But all by myself
I'll try to stay alive
Somehow


They can keep their Poison and Red Wine


Their Civil Wars
Where even gravity falls


Either way
Here is my lone call


You'll always be my reason
My every time
No matter the seasons


For all my rivers of memories and worn-out roads


My heavy head and weary heart


Always lead me
Riding in paper boats


Back to you
In this mad mad world


Even though now everything has fallen apart


Just like us two



Just a pair of Father Times many heartbroken sweethearts





Copyright John Duffy