Malcolm James Furst
Words, words, wordsArchive for death
Hope?
In the space between the hardened-heart ache after the death of my father
and the loneliness of an old, empty house on a rainy day,
there is a little hope,
or something like it,
a voice that tells me it will be all right,
everything will be all right.
Even if my heart doesn’t know it,
and my face doesn’t show it,
there’s a sliver of hope here somewhere.
Someone shine a light please.
Unexpected
Death is
Unexpected.
Even
though familiar.
Oh, I
really loved you.
Now you’re
gone forever.
Heaven
is yours now, Dad.
And there’s no more pain.
The truth or a lie
My deepest memory,
my mother said to me,
life’s a fairy tale
with happy endings.
Life
is either
the truth
or a lie.
Could
be neither
or both,
tell me why
I never got my happy ending
I did my time and walked the line and
I’m losing all my faith
in human kind.
My mom and sister died
and left me all alone
With no one by my side
Nowhere to call my home
Pain
is either
the truth
or a lie.
Could
be neither
or both
tell me why
The world is full of death and anger
racing madly ever after
I can’t catch my breath.
I”ll lose my mind.
You walked into my life,
an unexpected joy you said,
welcome to my world
and happy endings.
Love
is either
the truth
or a lie.
Could
be neither
or both,
tell me why
I feel like I can’t love without you
Knowing all I do about you?
I need a piece of you
and peace of mind.
Silken Bounds
The form was simple; I eased into it.
The silken bounds held me snug and still.
I rested a moment, then greeted my friends
and foes alike with a painted smile.
It was genuinely felt, but it was not mine.
What I wondered most was who’d left whom behind.
The greetings were short, the speeches as well.
All I am now is rot and decay.
Yet the form is still simple, and the silk still so smooth
as I rest a moment.
Beauty, Death, Life
Beauty, in desperation, pauses to catch sight of that which eludes her, then resumes her frenzied search.
Death, in desperation, seizes the moment and steals life from beauty.
Life watches carefully, as beauty and death struggle mindlessly.
