Deadbeat
No rhythm or life within my head
Silent mind
darkness eyes
Still and quiet below God's skies
Thunderstorm
gentle rain
has quickly taken 30 years of wretched pain
No meter or 1/2 time
just a deadness all around this tragic aging mind
Feel free to end ME
there is nothing more for these pupils to see
Life is old
The muse is void
deadbeat of ears
not for the living or self-employed
Just
an
epitaph
to
a
dismal and final death
Copyright © Bart Jonas | Year Posted 2006
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