that last sad moment

cowbird

wrapped in melancholy, down at heart
saddened by events you didn’t start
heartless thoughts begin to emerge
pointless lives will all diverge.

feeling lost you grope for life
grabbing hands in utter strife
the sprawl of endless searches failed
the souls are lost the voices wailed.

should we as well wait out your fate
with death’s dark hand you have a date
we all must journey to his lair
but let’s not rush things – let’s take care.

 

©Joe Wilson – that last sad moment 2014

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