Some
nights I
feel like top
dog. Others, I
feel like a mutt waiting in the alley
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Some
nights I
feel like top
dog. Others, I
feel like a mutt waiting in the alley
He was there
For almost forty years
Always heard but never seen.
Some might argue it was
The other way around.
He never brought balance
Or even much humor.
Yet we loved him still.
And now here he lies.
Always gone but never forgotten.
I’m almost at the end
And I can see the light.
I’m where I belong, beside my best friend
I’m almost at the end.
I know something’s coming, just around the bend.
And I know that I’ll be alright
I’m almost at the end
And I can see the light
I still remember my first foray.
It seems like it was only yesterday.
And I thought, how could somebody so divine
Be interested in a persona like mine?
It didn’t end the way I thought it would, needless to say
But I still think about her each & every day.
We can never be what we were before
but at least now I know when to walk out that door.
It was never easy
Growing up in the shadow
of the empire but it
toughened you up. It made
you strong, even when you
didn’t want to be and now
the first order is just some
cheap knockoff but it’s only
there to perpetuate the inevitable.
Everyday is a convention
You wake up, put on your monkey suit, and get cracking
And for what? To fit in? To get ahead?
Even if you could, why
should you have to conform
to the norms of society
when they’re completely arbitrary
in the first place?
It was unlike anything I could have ever imagined.
I never thought it would hit me that hard.
He was supposed to be there
But I should know by now that nothing ever goes as planned.
I never even got a chance to say my goodbyes.
It’s probably for the best.
I was never good at those anyway.
Despite the rain that day, I forewent the umbrella.
After everything, soaked clothes were the least of my concerns.
Watching them lower him down was the most painful thing I ever had to endure
But he’ll never know it.
I lingered long after everyone else had left.
I only wish he had the common courtesy to follow suit.
Now, here I stand two years later
with no idea how I made it this far without him.
Sometimes, I think about jumping in after him
but then I realize worrying doesn’t suit me.
I mean he brought us joy long before he took himself from us.
Why should now be any different?