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Treasure the Music

Written for the musicians who have taken their own lives. Walking lonely empty streets Life bequeathed a fair measure of sadness to me. A dwelling place just below The plane of joy. Madness, sadness, anxiety Flaunts it's self frivolously. Howling, weeping, Painful leavings Moments lost I'm held prisoner By my memory. An heir to the fortune of misfortune, Day after day I grapple with this Adversary that is my mind. Will I ever rise above to walk Upon the plane of joy or will it forever remain just out of reach. So be it, if it is meant to be. To keep insanity at bay I will Seek kind words to temper The madness. I will seek sweet smiles to ease the sadness. However howling, weeping, painful Leavings I dread with these I must contend. But if it becomes too much For Me this sadness life bequeathed Will you harbor disdain for me or treasure the body of music that I leave. Again this is written for The musicians who have taken Their own lives.

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Pandita Sietesantos

Date: 8/2/2017 9:20:00 AM

Sometimes we are not aware of the mental, emotional, spiritual, or physical anguish that people are experiencing until they sadly take their own lives. What a touching powerful dedication to those musicians who have committed suicide. Well done, my friend! Hugs. Pandita

Edward Mccall
Date: 8/2/2017 12:28:00 PM

Thank you so much Pandita for your heartfelt comment. It is true that unfortunately we don't learn of their problems until it's too late. Thank you again for your visit and your kind comment.

Maria Williams

Date: 7/31/2017 2:33:00 AM

It is always so sad when one sees great talent going down this path. A poignant poem Edward, and so well written...Maria

Edward Mccall
Date: 7/31/2017 10:10:00 AM

Thank you Maria for your encouraging and uplifting comments. This poem was written in response to the suicide of a gentleman named Chester Bennington from the band Linkin Park. They were my sons favorite band when he was a teenager. And when he told me the news I felt compelled to write a poem about it. Thank you again for your kind and uplifting comments have a wonderful day.