A lonely bird without a song
He squeezed his voice out of the throat
an old Dreadnought guitar
He bared his soul to anyone
who would listen to his psalms;
purging the torn an anxious silence within,
surrendering an unspoken heart in a song
Some days you feel
like you live too long
Watching the recurrent tides
recede and grow low
This life, such an unplanned journey,
given to lose what’s been lost once more
How many times
must a heart be broken?
To realize a heart heavy
won’t stop beating strong
Steal away the broken inside these flesh forsaken walls;
breathe one’s last bated breath in the peace of a song
Sometimes life falls
waaayyyy short of expectations
Though passing time
may assuage evanescent dreams,
there is a stillness that floods the moment
awakening the motherless child in his soul
Fate befallen a wordless silence
in the aftermath of finally letting go
Fingertips no longer calloused
Dreadnought wood dusty gone cold
Melancholy madness echoes unrequited
A lonely bird without a song
Harlon Rivers ... September 2016
a moment changes everything
Peace...Rivers
authors note:
I've been unable to find a place to share my creativity
that feels like I belong, so I'm in the process of reopening
my creative writing blog chapters.. at least here
I can be comfortably numb; where indifference is not taken personally, but my normal, because of the constraints of the system,
