It's been a while since I shared my poems here in read.cash.
I hope you like it!
Is this song of your cheerful mourning?
Or is this the tune of your restless breathing?
This music, iced, and somber;
Dancing with the fumes of old barren caskets.
Conceived from the greased womb, inside your ancient blow pipe.
Is this part of your heart's silent wailing?
Tribulation is this, Piper?
Perhaps revenge for your lost abducted smiles and hunger.
it's been years of wearing that rueful mask,
Of gnawing angst and devouring greed.
marching to the ends of what your mind's eye foretell,
And collecting smiles from children's innocent laughter.
So keep nurturing your melody with hate from your soul.
I'd be here waiting to witness,
Your music change into a percussive storm.
Looking away, unhappy to see,
Your pipe change into smoke, candle, and lifeless debris.
Burning and sobbing, solemn, for its dead music master.
The smoke puffs of the lighted music pipe will reach the depths of where you are, to reunite, ready to sing with you once again.
