It was a beautiful song,
that unexpectedly came along.
A jagged knife in his heart;
is where the end all starts.
The ache inside lingers still;
death is life’s toughest pill.
He willingly drank the warm nectar;
as demons laughed at the specter.
Seeing her lay so still and ashen white;
no breath and eyes void of sight.
Evil giggles and celebrates;
thinking it’s won this round of fate.
He stares in silent misery,
wondering if he, she is able to see.
The razor fangs of fate sunk deep;
taking what he held but could not keep.
Remains the memories of days;
two tortured souls, one could not stay.
It was a beautiful dance,
that all happened by chance.
~Mark Schutter ©2014
(Poem #10 of 31 for #OctPoWriMo, prompted by the song Bones by MSMR posted by Hastywords on The Reverie. )
Hi Mark. I really like this line, “death is life’s toughest pill”. Wow, I couldn’t agree more. Especially when one is is alive still, yet their soul is dead already.
Good job.
🙂
Thank you Staci, this one is personal as I have and am living it. Not sure if you have read my about page but that gives you a little more insight into why. It is a tragedy to be alive yet dead on the inside as you state. Thank you so much for your kind words, take care!
Just read it this weekend. Very heart wrenching. I can’t comprehend going through that. I’m sure it was very tough. I’m glad though that you have two lovely girls in your life now though.
Blessings to you Mark.
Incredibly beautiful!
I love the last lines. Absolutely beautiful.
Thank you Laura. It is all about the dance and being there in those moments, no matter how long they may last.