Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

some deaths are unacceptable
the loss, a tangle of raw nerve endings
twisted with horsewhipped neurons
inside a fiery ball of knotted cells
it hurts everywhere

it wakes you from a dead sleep
so you can ache a little more
before the sun comes up
some deaths are tragic
too soon, way too sudden

some deaths just wont leave you alone
they poke you in the ribs with regretful fingers
they stick sticks in your eyeballs
restrict your breathing
clamp down on your head

like the angry orca's jaws
and all your wriggling,
complaining, your impossible way
of feeling sorry for yourself
is all for naught

squirming with reality
only the living have the privilege
and the weight

It lingers, this feeling
Forever slapped by
the silence of death
Never a reason
Never an answer
Never a fleeting
vision in the mists
of darkest night
Only silence crashing
down around us all..
.....really awesome feeling poem by you Steve, we shoulda done more shows, me & Dino.....yet the night we did that show at load a fun is etched in my great memories file for sure.....

thanx judih.....and Mark, yes most of us tend to believe there will be more time to connect with our friends and loved ones, we often succumb to the rigors of trying to keep afloat in a world that isn't kind to the aging population ....Dino's death was a big wake-up call for sure...see you on the 25th

boy did you catch it here saw - and wireman's 'forever slapped' line, too
hard to read but very good