vital signs
Blood thuds down a vein, sheltered
Its wind swept hovel above tiring
Breath shallow, shards of glass inhaled
Peace comes gently without rue
Red ripples like a blanket spread
Stones flung, conjuring the ponds eye
Bleak twists this life holds, failing
Deep chasms filled with screams, wails
And here dwells the soulless knight
Once king and dancer of all his might
Now sleeping like his love and hope
And all he was now all revoked
His standards slipped never seen
He lived for death until it came
The future drained he longed to lack
The fire caress and words held back
There’s one last tear he chose to cry
It burns his face as it trickles pensive
It sees error in all his false hope
It sees his heart nothing hidden
Scaffolding of pain his skeletons frame
From birth to death its diary etched
He was what he is and is what he was
He was born but his heart was made
And now the blood thuds no more
Now his vital signs are blank, black
His journey to wherever a cusp away
Its a one way ride and no turning back
There’ll be tears words and music
They’ll honour the man that they knew
But a mans pain and sorrow is hidden
It remains his and his alone
(2013)
A Journey through a mans death
