.
Guess this was all we had.
One last gasp.
One more ride or die.
Started off so simple,
back in the day,
now we encounter
the hard side of night.
I can only speculate
as to the “How?”
and the “Why?”.
But I’m willing to wait
and see how it all turns out.
I can hear the words
coming out of your mouth
and I can’t believe
that you mean them.
Words precipitate actions
and I doubt
you’d get much satisfaction
to see them
play out
in real time.
I’ve met a few
lost souls like mine,
along the way,
along the line.
We’re easy to spot,
once you know
what we are
and what we are not.
“Last of a dying breed.”
they said.
Thinking we’d all lay dead,
but this world
just keeps right on making
broken men.
Cast offs from the crowd.
Kings, warriors, magicians,
and lovers.
That’s why I don’t get
the venom on your lips.
You’re missing
your fleeting chance
to kiss and embrace
this life, before it escapes.
Why would you want to make
more war and pain?
No one wants to do
any of that again.
Those that are living in the day
have already fought their fight.
Live and love
on the hard side of night.
Just a blanket of stars
and moonlight.
magic when the fire starts.
Maybe it might heal
our souls
to trade stories
under this sky
before winter comes.
HG – 2022
this is a cool poem Hokus! wouldnt it heal some of the ills of the world if we would sit and talk and figure out what went wrong, truly. and just be 🙂
Thank you so much. I appreciate the response. Many people are so afraid to communicate these days, it’s up to us as writers and creators to show that it’s okay to have a conversation.