Requiem For The Man in Last Place
Here lies a Nice Guy
Buried under a mound of hope
Broken dreams scattered over the grave like rotten rose petals.
The stench of despair pungent enough to keep the bravest of souls away
No headstone, no witnesses, and no service.
His child 500 miles away and unaware of his father’s pain
Because the only person that mattered
Ran away from the scene of the crime.
Only the act was committed by the one in the ground,
Who both loved too hard and didn’t have enough to save himself.
Tomorrow the sun will still rise in the East
But tonight, there is no peace in the city
For it’s time for walls go up and abandoned streets full of memories to burn one last time.