soft metal sunbeam

Pill of lead-headedness
sense of mental deadness
metal dread
a dark mind’s cacophony
sung in soft symphony

Articulate clarity
seeds from memories
emotions deep
buried in life’s creep

when strung, the right chords
water these seeds, sprout
into flowers for a season
Winter’s cold, dark, clout
calls this treason,
ends this flowery garden
without rhyme nor reason

none of your loves
looked your way
now you can
quite safely say
you’ll love them all
anyways
nothing’s quite like finding
solace in wont of dying

wanting to confront
death’s shadow upfront
you’ve unshakable faith
this world and this wait
is but a dream
caught in a sunbeam