Poetry, lyrics, other words and art…
Sometimes, when the pain is too deep
I drift away in sorrow
Though minor in reality
My mind registers a cataclysmic event
While the silence engulfs me
My heart suffocates alone
Where is my knight in shining armor
Where has my guardian angel flown
Serenade me
If you must
Know my will
Is my own
Deaf, these ears
To the Siren song
You still sing
There, all alone
Chances lost
They’ve ebbed away
Tides have turned
And, so have I
Nevermore
Not again
Will I be drowned
To quench your pride
As I lay here drowning in my sorrows
And I wonder why my dreams did not come true
I reflect upon my yesterdays – not tomorrows
Because the greatest gift I had in life – was you
Oh, the cliff that I was on was so much higher
So much higher than I had ever dreamed
And this fall from grace has shattered me to pieces
Now I lie here in a broken hearted stream
To the brokenhearted
No words can heal
Time will nurture their wounds
From the cold depths of my hollowed soul
I cry
With my heart in tatters and filled with rage
I cry
My ears ring with loathsome sounds of tragedy
And I cry
Where is there kindness in my world
Who will save me
Who will comfort me – When I cry
Daddy was the strong one
I had never seen him cry
When grandpa passed away
He came and wiped my eye
And grandma wasn’t far behind
She loved my grandpa so
He wiped away more tears that day
From me – but not his own
That was so very long ago
Now, with children by my side
My mamma passed away today
And daddy broke down and cried
Little old Fiddlebrock Simpsonstien
Wondered the streets alone
He was a simple and quiet old man
His features like toppling stone
No one could understand him
When words did escape his lips
While some would laugh and tilt their heads
Others laid hands on hips
With head hung low like the setting sun
Fiddlebrock heads for home
An appliance box with newspaper floor
Keeps him warm from the fresh falling snow
Read forwards, then backwards…
Hated, not loved, am I
Sad, not happy, am I
Broken, not whole, am I
Lost, not found, am I
Ugly, not pretty, am I
Read forwards, then backwards…
Broken to a point of desperation
Downtrodden, heavy-hearted, lost
Burdens greater than ever before
Torment and anxiety the cost
Guilt has a way of teaching us
Which road to take, it’s true
Travel down the path where the heart leads
Or suffer the consequences within you
Kevin Parish 