Death’s Dance

                             Sorrow filled soul, icicle cold,
                             wiping away tears from the eyes.
                             Swallowing lumps filling the throat
                             and feeling the flowing pain grow.
                             Months of progress gone with the buzz,
                             words on a screen … returning dreams-
                             Shattering of worlds from the past,
                             cutting shards seen in speaking glass-
                             The wounding is never mending,
                             non-ending words searching meaning.

                             Sorrow filled glass calling out friend,
                             the very cause of the dream’s end.
                             Opening the vein … let him die,
                             ending resurrections of pain.
                             The mind has no understanding
                             of what lurks in a cheater’s heart.
                             With all the roads closed to what was
                             “why journey into nothingness.”
                             All of hope’s paths blocked by the past,
                             the route by which pain finds its way-

                             Wandering soul caught in love’s trap,
                             lying in wait for life or death.
                             When the trapping soul doesn’t stay,
                             the captured soul passes away.
                             Life that follows ... filled with flowing pain
                             forever chewing the chained heart.
                             Foolish man holding hands with chance
                             entrapped by the glance of love’s dance-
                             Nothing on earth is worth the hurt
                             brought by dreams promising sweet things.

                             Emptiness the grave that won't rest,
                             echoing the heart’s hollowness.
                             Rewarding the stupid of trust
                             the thrust of life's deadliest spear-
                             Living years with wounds that won't close,
                             never healing or leaving scars.
                             Festering stabs wounding the heart
                             bleeding with eternity’s burn-
                             It seems better not to have dreams
                             than face the dangers of death’s dance.