Mourning (Letting Go)A Poem by PeteThe unpreventable aspects of life can never be evil; death is one of those inevitable features, so we need to accept it with equanimity. - Thoreaumy basket clean out of clothespins for my spirit to hang out and air-dry baking in hell's kitchen as my soul is hardly dextrous enough to toss a stir-fry i laugh as i no longer know how to crygrounded indefinitely because i'm too scared to flap my wings and fly telling folks i'm busy when i really have a black eye oh where went my blue sky weary from continually asking, "why" yesterday fresh and today lonesome as i reach for a crowbar with which to pry fooling myself because i lack the outright tact to deny you've got to at least recognize the truth in order to call it an unmitigated lie wearing black and calling myself a good guy as i roll down the window for yet another drive-by clutching remnants of a curved, broken sword as i trip and scream, "bonsai" am i holding on or letting go, i just don't know i never did learn how to fasten a bow tie
alive because i'm too afraid to die > © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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Added on January 15, 2024 Last Updated on January 15, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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