SOME DEATHS TAKE FOREVER

 

 

There’s death all around and I don’t know what to do.  I feel myself slipping away into never ever land.  Another soul drops but I remain standing tall and holding up against the madness.  I watch the disease spread and quietly combat it.  I just sit back as the death continues to spread its wings over the human race.

 

The evil spirits look on wondering why I don’t sink; succumb to madness. War and hatred attempt to penetrate my soul.  I sip my juice; shrug off the madness and just laugh.  Realizing that the disease must be spreading and could plague my soul but I merely shrink back looking for a solution. 

 

They see me sing and dance in the midst of absolute chaos, distortion, murder, madness and death but I continue to smile and combat the illness and the skeptics and critics can merely wonder.  But I am a determined man who must not succumb to the malaise going on around us.

 

Buildings collapse and I drift through the wreckage; walk between flying bullets; remain clear of the fire—and people look on in shock, amazement and dismay.  Disgust, jealousy and contempt rear their ugly heads.  I chuckle with a martyred grin of contentment and they call me crazy as I laugh at myself; at them; at anything.

 

It doesn’t bother me.  I don’t really care about the disease they’ve sent to corrode my soul but I refuse to despair; wallow in self-pity.  I laugh mocking the death that stares me in the face.  I dare it to take me and laugh along the way.  It seems such a long time it’s been going on and I smile at the inevitable and thrown down another beer in the meantime.

 

November 9, 1986

 

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lyrycsyntyme's picture

My new favorite of yours

Of what I am provoked to feel in reading this, there's not a lot of which I can churn into words right now, except to say that I cherish the sentiments held within. Craftwise, the way you had put this to pen allows the words to move and march on in the manner that's lockstep with their meaning. Marching, of course, to the tune of a different drummer than most ears here. Really fine, and definitely my new favorite.

georgeschaefer's picture

thank you for reading and

thank you for reading and commenting

lyrycsyntyme's picture

You're welcome.

You're welcome.

allets's picture

Laugh At Death

  • And laugh all the rest. Keep moving,  keep laughing!
  • .
  • And smirk wide at Death
  • One step, two achieved
  • moving, keep smiling.
  • .
  • Lady A

 

 

georgeschaefer's picture

indeed

indeed