I: Steven Cunio
Words
Keywords: apocalypse, mind, weeps, sorrows, turn, tide, memories, false hope, idle fantasies, dead, misery, veinds, leaks, tears, remorse, sunken skull, wasted, sands, deep, bones, children sleep, death, riders, moment, two, blocked, vial of time, you, flick, pushed through, ashen
Background: Ended up at a poetry event where I performed this on Jan 26th 2003. It was actually written in October 1999.
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Apocalypse
My mind weeps buckets full of sorrow
As I catch the turn of the tide
Awash with memories of false hope
And the idle fantasies of the dead.
I sit back and let the misery fill my veins
Until it leaks like tears of remorse
From my sunken skull;
Lying wasted in sands so deep
Remains of bones as the children sleep.
Death to I who stood and stared
And braved the riders standing there.
For a moment, maybe two,
I blocked the vial of time for you
But with one small flick, they pushed me through
And now I'm ashen like the rest of you.
Copyfreely October, 1999
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