Rhyme or Reason
Where lyrics tell a story and purge a memory from our past and the singer holds an audience, like a witches spell was cast.
As the songs we sing in mourning are the favoured of the lost, they are purely for the singer, where our funerary thoughts are washed.
The poet at a window views the world that feeds his pen. Self indulgent are his writings, his bleeding soul exposed again.
His ink is mixed with the tears that drip from cheeks to page, as he searches for rhyme and reason amidst his demons and his rage.
Be us poets, writers or singers. Mourners, listeners or just us.
To song and verse we surrender and in words we truly trust.
Be they sweet or filled with emotion, stirring or fuelled with lust.
Words are our pathway to hope for humanity, ever present and never trodden into dust.
Chris O’Malley
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