M Kirkpatrick
05-29-2018, 06:17 PM
The dance of death has a lifeful face
your moves are stumbling into disgrace.
Shallow feelings dressed up as depth
hollow responses, catch your breath.
Echoes are booming from plastic walls
trembling legs, and a fear that gnaws.
Swirling eddies of life, have sucked me dry
grounded forever, no more to fly.
The crown of gold, now a crown of thorns
the expensive clothes, now lay ragged and worn.
A wondrous halo, and aura bright
now weighed down, with dimmed light.
Nothing is ever what it seems
I am forever blessed in my dreams!
Warmest regards Michael.
your moves are stumbling into disgrace.
Shallow feelings dressed up as depth
hollow responses, catch your breath.
Echoes are booming from plastic walls
trembling legs, and a fear that gnaws.
Swirling eddies of life, have sucked me dry
grounded forever, no more to fly.
The crown of gold, now a crown of thorns
the expensive clothes, now lay ragged and worn.
A wondrous halo, and aura bright
now weighed down, with dimmed light.
Nothing is ever what it seems
I am forever blessed in my dreams!
Warmest regards Michael.