Death calls to me in the night
hard whispers of an old wicked friend
the culmination of my hearts bitter end
my spirit weeps in its solitude
as the revolutions of this
my crying world spins on its tortured axis
tears fall for the final time
as my moistened cheek is wiped clean
by the ever empty palm
I am the frolicking fool
the jolly jester of folly
the lackey of the fickle lords of love
that has danced his final ballet
in the public courtyard of crooked grins
and in my ignorance wandered too far
beyond the sealed gates of my sectioned reverence
I heard the sirens notes of loves melody
and journeyed once again to my hearts doom
the all consuming angst of my sorrow
twists in the darned threads
of yet another shattered tapestry
darned for the fetid soils of the sour fields of tomorrow
I am dead inside
the walking demised
the gawking surprise
no longer captured and watered
in the crushed petals of the repeatedly deceased roses
that flutter by my lonely bedside
I have been my robbed of all the strength
where the wants of the loving transpire
doused are the flames of it filthy fire
I have none left
gone are all the tears I have wept
I pray no more
for the elusive dove of kindred grace
to save me as I drown
I pray no more
for something tangibly real and profound
for I know these prayers once so earnest
fall on the ears of condemned
for there are none who hear it
I drift on the currents by the waters grave
prepared to greet it with my dying kiss
no longer held sweet in emulated emotions
but alleviated in the breath of a dying wish
I can resist this cruel fate no longer
I am weary
I am worn
I am the debris of my crumbled foundation
my toppled wall of protection
swept away in the fury of my soul’s fevered storm
and none I am sure shall remember me
for there was never anyone who held me tenderly
and these words shall not be shared
for who shall read the words of the fool
and the ventures he foolishly dared
they only laugh
as they find themselves held
in the memory of their once bright reflection
now tarnished and forever dogged and stained
as I prepare to release the vengeance of my seething wrath
as I await life’s final vicious bite
here in the decimated ruins of my own blind decisions
that sift in the sands of my sinking despair
I grin at the feel of my thumping stone
and the fortress of my fortitude
shall rise comprised of larger and thicker bricks
and my voice shall not sing sweet
to the riddle of loves languid mockery
but blow hard in much harsher tones
for the flesh of the idiot son shall be peeled
marking the grand return of the assembled iron shell
of the once silent giant
the now cold and violent giant
who shall be the guardian of all I hold dear
until I am gone
for the dye of my truly open eye
has now finally and fully been cast
until there is nothing left but the echoes of this pen
and the filtering shadows that flutter
in the wake of a poet’s ash
Thoughts of a Single Man © 2014 tm
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Swimming in the sea of sadness yet souring in significance.