or, "a legacy of love gone wrong"
a poem by gary knapton from a collection entitled Cry Me A River
..........
Demons dance in dreams that riddle me
Plausible sleep has gone amiss
Respite ?
Hardly
Daylight is an enemy
Waking up on mornings like this
Cold is my new life
Spent is my energy
How can I feel so blue ?
Friends console, saying it will get better
But the better me was built around you
Harpies snigger like the Devil’s own cacophony
Robbing me of all God’s peace
Hold the front page: I just met my assassin
And his barrel-spun bullets don’t cease
Once, not long ago, everything was beautiful
I’d never been so happy and true
Wake up Gary! Your delusion is paramount
Everybody’s laughing at you
Hear them cry in a tuneless mockery
An echo of a dream shot long
The rust belt miles of emotional Apocalypse
My legacy of love gone wrong
a poem by gary knapton from a collection entitled Cry Me A River
..........
Demons dance in dreams that riddle me
Plausible sleep has gone amiss
Respite ?
Hardly
Daylight is an enemy
Waking up on mornings like this
Cold is my new life
Spent is my energy
How can I feel so blue ?
Friends console, saying it will get better
But the better me was built around you
Harpies snigger like the Devil’s own cacophony
Robbing me of all God’s peace
Hold the front page: I just met my assassin
And his barrel-spun bullets don’t cease
Once, not long ago, everything was beautiful
I’d never been so happy and true
Wake up Gary! Your delusion is paramount
Everybody’s laughing at you
Hear them cry in a tuneless mockery
An echo of a dream shot long
The rust belt miles of emotional Apocalypse
My legacy of love gone wrong
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