writing Disaster shall be your name

[Pan the Fabulous Ferret 2,642]

To walk and find no reason in doing so, perhaps the greatest journey to ever be taken

A forlorn hope of false intimacy which led you on this forsaken path

And an all too common knowledge of your emotions which fail to see reason

Alone and aghast against the perfect repetition of life’s mundane themes

And all the while, in the eyes of another, you once stood to be a testimony of love

 

Disaster should be your name, and in the incompetence shall fire be your end

All you ever found yourself wanting, all in of yourself and the dreams of others

A crime against melancholy, and observed by an unknown and unkind force

Such would be the malevolence of your name, of disaster, and your deeds

 

By all your virtues, where shall you stand?

As drums shall beat as the marching feet do come

All the while dare you pace and cry, pouring your heart into empty words

Lines upon lines, forming visceral meaning and poems of better days

Unto the eyes of your lover in which you cry but more tears

And all the while, as you slowly burn in the fire which consumes you,

Your ashes shall fall and create your final peace, a poem of all ages to contemplate

And so shall others view this piece, your final testimony to the life you cared to live

Among the many and few who dare, and among the majority who try

Between here and there, and unto later days

By all means in which I know care to write this

And by all means which emotions do play

My fire, it does so burn

 

 

-David Favret