This poem is dedicated to a few
There’s me and then there’s you
One’s a female and one a male
And that thing I must unveil.
When a heart of glass is shattered
The emotional pieces lie scattered
Emotions are as good as dead
When your personal Jesus is shed.
And when strange voices cry at night
In pandemic adrenalines of fright
The loneliness will begin to spread
Like insects in an imprisoned bed.
Our minds set sail into a misty past
A voyage on an ill-fated ship of farce
Can’t see how this can possibly last
with a tissue for a mast!
Sooner the ship had struck a jagged reef
It wilted like a trembling leaf.
A watery heaven of thin blue ice
We ran across like three blind mice
And played the game called life
The distance seemed quite superfluous
When the gauntlet was blissfully torturous.
So deep was its bewitching spell
Oblivious to the stench of hell
In mountains of madness we failed to cope
We three can keep a secret we hope
But only when you are dead
Your whispered words swam audaciously
Inside my giddy head.
Alone again in an icy world I wake again to weep
Wishing the life we had before that dreaded little sleep
As the sun lingered over the ocean floor
The ice melted like never before
Hearts drowning in a sea of sorrows
Will say goodbye to all tomorrows.
This poem was dedicated to just a few
That was me and then there was you
One was female and one was male
And to the things which I have unveiled.