When the world seems too heavy
And my back is breaking from the
load
I look off in the distance but see no
lights upon the road
Well it all just kind of ended before
I knew it had begun
I’m tired of this darkness and the
shadows on the sun
Life is never easy and death is always
hard
I look up at the dealer as he passes me
a card
I put it in my pocket and I walk out in
the yard
The moonlight looks so jaded and it pays
me no regard
Salvation in a bottle
Liberation in a glass
The God who made the flowers put the
serpent in the grass
I guess the way it happens is the way
it’s meant to be
Heaven is for certain…
If you never disagree.
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Author:
Coyote (
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Comments6
The flow and rhyming are first rate in this dark lament my friend - you penned so clearly the shadows we pass through and have to cope with . That last couplet is so very telling too
The rhyming is awesome. It really tells your story.
Very well penned Coyote. 👍
Beautifully structured (I would not have expected less from you C), Left me slightly off balance (That’s positive – not a crit) with some high value nuggets in there – especially the last two lines.
Beautifully fluent poem Coyote. Really like this one
what smooth flow
of a cascading melodic cadence,
a delight to read
such an enticing invitation
to hum, or even sing..
a great write
a comforting read
thanks for sharing, dear poet
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