Wednesday, March 2, 2011

I Never Wanted You Dead

Looking to inspiration
and seeing only a match struck
in a dark bathroom mirror.

Huge eyes were cast upon you
and the world swallowed your soul
now you are a sticker,
a scratched vinyl,
an echoing voice
calling forward-
from when you mattered.

Tears won't do a damn thing;
choruses of
no more
we don't call anymore
and you can't answer.

Questioning beliefs
lead to new questions,
new realizations.
You were never God,
you were never a god-
you were a conduit for grace
talent and

As your flesh decays
and your eyes gloss over with grey

I'll stand here
inheriting the spirit
hoping that younger generations
don't move as fast.

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