Dead Man's Song
I heard a chord so sweet and sad
I wandered towards the sound
It played and played, I walked for days
My tears kept running down
Thousands roamed beside me
Yet no one said a word
So obsessed with that sad song
All else was never heard
This dead man's song
For the broken, beaten, the scared
This dead man's song
Only we sing along
'Cause no one else will care
Shadows grow upon the snow
As we walked the lonely path
Long time we tracked that somber sound
Not a broken soul looked back
Finally we found him
The player of the chords
He gazed at us without a sound
There was no need for words
Tall and thin was he
A cloak of black he wore
Skeletal fingers on strings so cold
His face, sunken and torn
He played that note with great finesse
And added thousands more
He played for us the dead man's lullaby
Our tears began to pour
The dead man's song
For the broken, beaten, the scared
This dead man's song
We sang along
With that guitar man
He led us on a dark parade
Our shadows all now one
And took us to the precipice
The Earth's end and Hell's begun
Down, down, down the lonely fell
As Death played on
No screams, no words or sound
Down the masses went, not to be missed, just gone
Finally came my turn
My feet moved on their own
The melody that led me there
To the edge to free my soul
Suddenly the music stopped
Though Death’s cold hands still played
From my heart was born a light
And filled with warmth, it stayed
Lips parched and cracked, I awoke
I lifted my head, then my soul
Death looked on as I gazed down
Looked down and whispered…no
👁 3💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
If you or someone you know is struggling, you are not alone.
988 Suicide & Crisis Lifeline — call or text 988, 24/7. Crisis Text Line — text HELLO to 741741.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
Comments are closed for this poem.