A Dead Man’s Embers
[Outro]
By
Robby Richardson
Silence
That’s all there was silence…
Fingers crossed silence…
And only in the silence...in the peace can one hear the dead speak
No words were said I knew I was dead
Even a once raging fired was once a legend
Leaving nothing but a reminder a bleek December...
A remembered ember
A dead man’s ember
I had lost my job...I had lost it all
Risked my family for a petty squabble
When I should be supporting my family and not a petty problem
You’re a waste of my time...a waste of my rhyme
A waste of this ink in this pen of mine
Such a colossal waste on this waste of space
Free of this place and free of this hate
And free of the cost of this literary mistake
So around this noose to the ledge I stand do I understand
That upon this release do I find my release from a company whose company
I do not want to keep...to be the sheep or the shepherd
I guess is life’s ultimate dilemma
Do I raise above...take the road less traveled
Have a world fall apart like twine unravels
From this fury can I be truly free
From this fury can I be truly saved
From this fury I found freedom
A dead man walkin’...a dead man free
A freedom remembered...A dead man’s ember
Does the last light not still cast shadows
Dancing and calling
Finally find rest in this bed made like my coffin
Walk through fire and a wind storm of ash
The fury that fueled me and seemingly ruined me
The embers that consist from once blazing foot prints
A dead man’s insurance a dead man’s revenge that never surrendered
Remember my ember
This dead man’s ember
The End