In search of words to move a soul

In search of words to move a soul      

I find a bloody gaping hole.      

In search of verse to exorcise       

My muse from bed refused to rise       

 

I wish to find a dirge that shakes      

A stanza phrase that boldly wakes      

That opens eyes, and confronts lies      

But every single effort dies.      

 

There are no words to heal this thing      

No lines to pen, no notes to sing.     

For while the demon sits between     

There are no humans to be seen.      

 

So I will do what English men    

Were taught to do from age of ten      

To sigh, in knowing all is gone      

And gently put the kettle on

Advertisements
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s