Weak *

watch it leave, feel it exit

catch the sight of something tragic

floating in a cardboard box

lightning flashes, crosses talk

shapes and shadows floating by

wrenching tears from cloudless skies

hearing soft senses, piercing glimpses

wondering ever meant never knowing

now the sad part, now the sad part

dying too was once in fashion

laid bare upon the dreams of passion

cut the heart out, gaping hole

lifeless body, bleeding soul

*Or how I felt after the death of Michael Jackson, Farrah Fawcett, Ed McMahon, David Carridine and Billy Mays

By TC Conner

Pro hobbyist photographer, drone enthusiast, musician, husband and father.

3 replies on “Weak”

Yes, I think it is all very sad. I grew up listening to and hearing these folks – all but Billy Mays, who is a fairly recent phenomenon, and I shed a "twear" or two at the losses. (I know, I know – I should be serious, but it was too good and I couldn't resist!)

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