Broken hearts cannot petition

A poem about immortality

Photo by Luke Southern on Unsplash

Sometimes I rhyme
Just to pass the time
Sometimes I can’t get it right
But that’s okay
It’s fine.

If it doesn’t really work
Nobody gets hurt
I’m just fooling around
Stops me from falling down.

And the days will carry on
When all of this is gone
Rain will fall and suns will set
And everyone we will forget
Perhaps not those who leave behind
A monument of words that rhyme.

Or write a song
That carries on
To make us dance
When they are gone.
Immortalised by ink and sound
Whilst they feed worms underground.

Procreate and not much more
Until we find the oubliette door
Allotments for our apparitions
Lonely hearts cannot petition
Nor prayers can bring back the dead
But their words can still be read.