Fool

 

Why even bother, already I know the end

Left alone until the dawn, strength I’ll pretend

 

This is how it will be

Homeless more than free

 

In the corner in the shades

Counting hours till sun fades

 

Nicotine stains and tears

And more wasted years

 

Dismay runs in vein

And heart beats in vain

 

Escaping what is real

For taking down the veil

 

Despair in return

And I will never learn

 

That every rose has a thorn

To be cut then die alone

 

Another leap to the grave

Three parts fool, one part brave

 

Reviews

[David W Moore III]

very interesting romp through despair. Sort of an alic in wonderland version. That may just be the rhyme scheme, but I like it, it creates a foil for the theme. and the image of every rose dying alone is fantastic