It was a poem without an ending
An incoherent verse
That was spewed out with the alcohol
Then aided by a nurse
The mood was rather somber
It was palpable at best
So the poem went without an ending
And made little to no sense
It was a simple little rhyme scheme
A play on different words
That were fed into my bloodstream
Which now sounds a bit absurd
I could taste the words when spoken
But if they were deferred
It still wouldn’t have an ending
Despite what you may have heard

His mother sang to him a lullaby
When she put him down for bed
Her voice was soft and mellow
As he rest his weary head
His eyes were closed as he faded off
And her voice grew softer still
Until it turned into a whisper
With her goal, in turn, fulfilled

With thunder comes the drama
A stormy weather scene
Through the rain and lightning
The wind begins to breathe
Huffing and puffing
Viciously conceived
A hurricane is brewing
Agrees the fallen trees
Puddles form with rapid speed
The skies lit up like day
Until the weather slows; subsides
The clouds are pale and gray
Sickly if you will
It’s not my place to say
It just may need a little sunshine
For the rain to go away

‪She’s crossed this bridge before ‬
‪In a long forgotten dream‬
‪When she fell into the water‬
‪And was carried far upstream ‬
‪Reaching out for rocks‬
‪To slow down her increased speed‬
‪And waking up wet and sweaty ‬
‪Drowning in her sheets‬

It’s like the smell of the earth after rain
Tall trees lined up in a row
The horizon isn’t as far as it seems
But it grows smaller the further you go
It’s the beginning of a journey
Not the end of the road
Just to the edge of extinction
Where true lovers go
While held in his arms
Borderline exposed
Still managing to stay completely
composed
It must be a talent
That you see done in shows
For a bouquet of flowers
And a single red rose

Was it the bell on his collar?
Or maybe his marbled pattern fur?
But really, it was his comfort
That I look back fond on how things were
He was as docile as ferocious
Each obstacle achieved
I’d send a stick one thousand feet
Just to be retrieved

He’d fallen into liquid
He was drowning in the deep
He went through every motion
Until he met defeat
He fell into a deep abyss
But somehow he came to
Breathing, lying on the beach
In his bathing suit
He wondered how we got there
Was he dreaming all along?
How could this have happened?
Something was all wrong
He’d fallen through a warm hole
And came out the other side
In a universe that’s parallel
He’s glad to be alive