In this i write of great tragedy, which occurred during the winter of 2014. |
Some will try to understand Some will abandon all effort I sit here in quiet try to digest a feeling too complicated to describe Death by choice by a man, king in the land of rationality and love The sea has turned sour and black, the sun is dead in the sky But when i look outside i see only the blue clear skies, covered with a comming summer I cannot begin to understand what just happend around me... I cannot begin to calm down, to contain these raveging emotions... I feel only the need to write so that i need not speak... To write a letter of condolences and purpose to the absurdity of such a blow in life Glass shatters in atom pieces as the train hits History, philosophy, joy and happiness, all cracking and roaring as ancient trees in stormful hours An angel has drunk the poison and falls through the sky Moloch is alive God is dead Where is the poet singing death to the strong man of the town Does he speak so that we will loose courage, loose faith? The heart is forever silent, the light has flown out through the eyes How do I keep MY light in face of such bitter reality? How will i see the wisdom in any words without accepting a denying anger towards this phenomenon? Wake me from this day of ticking clocks You committed suicide |