CONDOLENCES

I stood there gazing about the room.. Faces somber.. Looking to the end of the room.. The wooden enclosure contained the vessel.. The vessel that once carried a soul.. A soul troubled through life.. Eyes not on the face displayed eyes filled with tears.. Eyes dried because there was none left.. Remembrances uttered in hushed voices.. Sullen smiles with acknowledgements.. Photos displayed recharged the tear supply.. A father’s dulled stare at his son’s empty vessel.. The pain no chemical can make disappear..

Lifes Pulse

Lots of agony.... Equal tears... Son, brother, friend, foe... Buried, becoming one with the earth... Threats, condolences, accusations... All without thought by some... Some with thoughts from deep... One less heart beats, while many bleed... Painful healing like a razors cut... Like blood oozing slow rivulets... Feelings deepen to the point... Of being so low like gravity... Drawing the blood to the lowest point... The uphill climb begins... With the beating of loving hearts... Surrounding those in despair... Feeding those with love and positivity... Light at the end shines brighter each day... Memories being the ray.

Black & White Life

Gray days and Mondays don’t get me down.... Sometimes living in a gray Down East town will do the trick.... Nothing to support life as it should be.... Drugs and illness lead to more drugs and illness.... They die by the road.... Young and old.... Hearts stop natural, some induced.... Kids of friends kill friends of kids.... Innocence died the same death years ago.... Poverty and violence, hillbilly heroin.... Bailey’s and Bud, something for everyone.... Except dreams.