Welcome Visitor: Login to the siteJoin the site

Man Down: The Pine Box Awaits

Poetry By: Bill Rayburn
Poetry



The final, pathetic bleatings of heart about to stop......


Submitted:Oct 31, 2012    Reads: 14    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   


Man Down

The Pine Box Awaits

Got dust on my keyboard

And the kitchen's a big mess

I sit here drinking, just under the sword

About to cash it in, I confess

The chips have been pushed in

The bet has been made

Nothing left but to count the sins

My final bricks have been laid

It's much too late for goodbyes

And I've fucked them up before

They brought laughter, tears and mostly lies

Through many hearts I have torn

Regrets pile up in a fire I need to stoke

Waiting for air and a new flaming life

But that rewind button is broke

Rejuvenation, going back, only brings more strife

Looking back, looking forward; an utter waste of time

My neck can only look down

While I fortify with a glass of wine

In its crystal tomb, I prepare to drown

When a man collapses and fails

It is never a pretty sight

The weight, the pressure, the windless sails

All explain his soul's urban blight

When the mirror simply cracks at first glance

A man's fate is written in the sand

With nothing left but to fall on his lance

His last call, that final scene, death can be so bland

No dramatics are left, the scabbard is bare

Time to accept this silly fate

Though we strive and even deign to dare

Seemingly always…a few minutes too late





0

| Email this story Email this Poetry | Add to reading list



Reviews

About | News | Contact | Your Account | TheNextBigWriter | Self Publishing | Advertise

© 2013 TheNextBigWriter, LLC. All Rights Reserved. Terms under which this service is provided to you. Privacy Policy.