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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Comments5
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.
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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