One Now Gone
Bonus Poem for Day 222 – 20150810
Sing a song to one gone before,
stolen from the world by their own hand.
Sing a song to those left behind,
survivors of this selfish crime.
An artist departs before their time,
with life's treasures not expressed.
Past works become a bitter memory
of a future that could have been.
Beauty does no ensure happiness
when the well has been poisoned.
Muse urges on creation and
the injured soul responds in turn.
Inspiration can turn toxic
when the void is too often seen.
Creation turns to destruction
as the wheel crushes and grinds.
Tears shed in despair are shared
by those who have left and those still here.
The difference is in the timing,
one felt before, the other felt after.
Sing a song and make it too short
to echo the life now beyond.
Give voice to the tears raining
in memory of the one now gone.
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