Embedded within a fantasy
As the children try to run and cry
The blood runs red in the morning sky
As her angle plays out in the lie
A profanity of a mercy pass
The music grows strong
The beat mimicking your heart as you run
Words in the lyrics making little sense
A story to some of la glamour
A mercy pass you should have walk by
A face of an angel you wished in twilight
The smile that melted the clouds
As the children run on the hot sand
Playing the games of their future
The music bridges to a guitar solo
Mimicking your heart as it grows
Words of lyrics going silent
The story playing in people’s minds
A living fantasy smiling in your reality
Waking to a bright blood red sky
The children sleeping blissfully
Your daddy’s words tugging at you
There is no mercy in her laughing eyes
The rhythm of the music screams at you
The mimicking in your heart in the beats
Lyrics of words starting to make sense
Stories of heart break to unfold
Reality embedded in this fantasy
As the kid in you tries to run in hide
Blood run red in the morning sky
Your daddy’s words a sailors warning
Played in a siren’s scorning
The voice of the lyrics end without forewarning
The lingering of the beat is left in you
The tone of the music grows in the void of this heart
As the smile breaks in the early morning sun light
A song can end in silence
3 comments:
I'm not sure why I like this poem -- perhaps because of the scene changes with every verse?
Thank you Neil.
wonderful post.Never knew this, regards for letting me know.
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