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