But Death…
When…
You no longer trust words
Life feels out of bounds
Love locked in its dungeon of pain
Loneliness crumbles the stalwart back
When…
Futures die faster than nanosecond thoughts
Daily life conjures nothing
Moments become self-seeking spears in flight
Sunshine beats down like an atomic furnace
When…
Hope lies as a broiled and wasted castoff
Tears flow with no healing effect
Thoughts twinkle as broken chards
You face another day…
Then all which entwines your essence together
Must seek to discover a reason
A purpose
A smile
An action
Anything to place one foot in front of the other
For nothing greets one who lies down in resignation
But death of mind, spirit, and soul…
When you lose touch with yourself,
There is but one way to regroup.
Discover answers within yourself
And make peace with yourself.
From “Wounded”, Loves Lost and Found (2009)
Michael Ray King
Interesting…the ghost of Michael past slips silent into the present…