Tonight

By Stone Bryson

…and as I face another day

alone and quite unsure,

the neutral voice of someone lost

does not begin to cure.

the taste of blood and ivory

breaks down my will to fight,

if someone cared they’d shut the door,

and let this end tonight.

…and as I see my memories,

splattered on the bedroom wall,

the voices that have haunted me,

cease their taunting calls.

the smell of powder drifting up

to tickle my senses right,

let’s me know the party’s over

and it all ends tonight.

…and as I watch it all goes on

just like I was never around,

the wind whisks by my tear-stained face

without a thought or sound.

the touch of ice and bitterness

sinks deep into my light,

as the wind of god blows it out,

the final end… tonight.

Copyright © 2004 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written February 1989

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