SONG OF A DYING MAN

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This isn't just a poem

Submitted: May 09, 2019

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THE SONG OF A DYING MAN
 
I once heard a dying man sing to the ears of a falling world,
He raised his voice as if he was calling to heaven
And turned his head in Melody with the wind,
Trying to tell what couldn't be told,
Trying to say something that always was old.
 
He let his guitar dangle down the hanger
Pouring out notes that slipped through his sickening finger,
His voice came out faint and then it was bolder.
 
"I use to watch the sun rise and set down the sky that someday would never be again"  he began.
 
His voice sounded subtle like a voyage down a juicy path,
Lingering in the air like a ribbon of roses soothing the heart. 
His eyes flickered from happy to mild
Searching the sky for a sun siting so wild.
 
As he continued he told a story of a whole crowd of stars
Sitting up straight and tall in the dark sky,
Gracing the night with such beauty and glamour,
Then by morning it all disappears. 
 
"I use to count the stars knowing I will be out of stars someday" he said. 
 
He let his hands dance slow and steady on the strings,
Playing tender chords that brought tears to his closing eyes,
And a smile across his fading face.
 
He talks of the dark so lonely,
lurking behind the light,
Sipping through his soul like a cold-night lullaby sang from the lips of sleep itself.
 
"I use to see the seasons come and go untill I won't anymore"
 
"Cos nothing lasts forever" He finally said.
 
Then with a bow to fate
And in the fading away of his own song,
He submitted to the darkness he talked about.
 
THE END.
 
©2019
John Praise Ochoche


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