Coaxed
Coaxed
I coaxed that cork,
From the bottle again,
Spoke to it,
Like my long lost friend.
Lips listened close,
To the stories it told,
Long after the wick,
Of the candle went cold.
The bottom of the bottle,
Keeps collecting the tears,
A well getting deeper,
Being dug by the years.
So I called to god,
But he called my bluff,
He knows too well,
That too much is never enough.
Keep on flicking this flint,
Searching for a spark,
Running from the days,
Dancing in the dark.
Burnt out like the last,
Of these cheap cigarettes,
When you don’t know what you want,
You never want what you get.
So tip toe slowly,
Through the broken glass,
Fragmented memories,
Scattered like the past.
Found an old photo,
In the back of a book,
Black and white four-frame,
Of a smiling child was took.
Pin it to the wall,
With the rest of the dreams,
The world aint’ always falling,
Quite as hard as it seems.
Copyright © Tyler Cooke | Year Posted 2018
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