wake before wake

These deaths are slung up on the wall,

like no one cares after 30 days.

Watching out the window - saying goodbye

listening to that one Hollywood song

Play, stop, repeat, over - over

each time - that damn song….

We all look the same - in the end.

No youthful way to flee,

the cornerstones fall

and we end up - crying red faces

the weeping of harmonious voices

Saying nothings, just to swallow by

while trying to overlay the masks.

Eventually we mosey on

until we end up waving and waiting,

while dressed in the same black dress

and the clacking heels worn twice

for the stance - waiting

for the end to the not so beautiful afternoon.

We all wave and glaze over the sky.

The droplets race down the windows

only to find that no one wins in the end.

We are all the same,

in the end -

the end.

Reviews

[Tepher Church]

Who am I to judge or strike you down ;P
(It was beautiful!)

[Pete]

So true. Very beautifully knitted together. It has a certain elegance to it. It speaks to me of a respect for life and humanity. No one escapes it in the end. Great job. Enjoyed it for sure.

[Emily]

Love the wording on this!
keep on writing!!

[Natasha]

thanks so much!