THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN
THE AFTERMATH — REVULSION
(Three poems in one.)
Death of Music
The stench of death and of decay
Floats in the air about me today.
There and near and around blind walk the dead
Unknown to the chains in trance are led.
The killers proud walk among those blinded by the lies.
Time to say our final good-byes.
They sit and laugh at comedic behavior
And believe the words of a false savior
Who walks proud and arrogant among the near dead
For the poison they drank and now blind are easy led.
No One is Home Today.
There is no one at home today
They all went out, went out to play
I alone chose to sit and stay.
And look at empty frames.
Places where age left stains.
For it is leaving, has left, is now gone.
I knew it; I felt it…
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