He ravaged his daughter castrated his son Was he a Neanderthal? Yes he was one I know since I tasted his dark mystery The family skeleton used to be me
The good ones all died and left me alone To begin life when I thought it was done And would have been if somehow I had known The rest of it but then we never know
Yet it was interesting in its way They tell me it might get better too so Not having much say about things I stay To try and live some life before I go
I wonder if it ever gets too late For a happy-ever-after to be Within the pale of possibility Or are some of us prisoners of fate?
Failing to grasp the meaning of it all I need nonetheless to keep on trying Saving new tears till old finish drying Trying not to be a Neanderthal
Consoling myself however I can Life after death if not love after hate I wait for someone to appreciate A rather old-fashioned postmodern man
It will never be worse whatever will be Than when the family skeleton was me
"Failing to grasp the meaning of it all
I need nonetheless to keep on trying"
That is what it's all about. Great perception. I like the dichotomy of yearning for that "happy-ever-after" yet still waiting for the old tears to dry. Write it out, man.
Good job.
Leo
Okay, once I got past the picture, I'll say that happy-ever-after is always just one hug away. (Hope I don't have nightmares of Mr. Bones. . . I'm so gosh darn visual!)
blessin's SL,
cynth'ya
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Chrissy
A dark poem that captures the soul indef.
Interesting on all levels I read into it!
Stay Positive!
Stay SAFE!
Warm hugs and love, Warrior Lady Purple Sheeeoox
I need nonetheless to keep on trying"
That is what it's all about. Great perception. I like the dichotomy of yearning for that "happy-ever-after" yet still waiting for the old tears to dry. Write it out, man.
Good job.
Leo
blessin's SL,
cynth'ya
Well written piece. We all feel that way sometimes.
God Bless,
Lew