Man Down: The Pine Box Awaits

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The final, pathetic bleatings of heart about to stop......

Submitted: October 31, 2012

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Submitted: October 31, 2012



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


© Copyright 2020 Bill Rayburn. All rights reserved.

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