Tears cascade like rain to hide a multitude of pain
Cheesy metaphors to justify the lies we spoke before
How (you and I) interpret hurt, relinquish fear or flight
Or (me and you) depending
The darker things we cling to
While we’re hiding in plain sight
Yes rhyming can be aggravating
Placating with poems
But either way, we choose to say
We find ourselves alone
Yes, not so much (the we) it’s me
We find our reasons drown in puddles
Muddling through another day
A paper, pen, and phone again
We scribble and we scrawl
Keeping up appearances
like pride before a fall
And speaking of, (a fall, that is)
A prompt of sorts you pose
Cascading plays a part
Cascade is just a secret word
Perhaps you’ve heard, it’s so absurd
But shall we play a game?
One the same, like tic, tac, toe
Or ducks all in a row
The faces we refuse to show
The one that you know best
The same poem on refrain
Skipping on a line of loss
Umbrellas upside down
A clown by any other name
A story quite insane
For broken hearts and falling rain
Or water coursing over roofs
Over cliffs, or mountain tops
Running to the oceans blue
Water wishes wave by wave
Souls to save or not
A fingerprint to mark the spot
The targets on your back
But that is here nor there, you see
The water flows continually
Digging scars into the landscape
Like tides sucked by the moon
Then all too soon it’s rushing by
The life you drowned inside
Listen to the sound…
It starts with drops that pitter
Syncopation keeping score
Tribal drums for sacrifice
Pyres rising up, so nice
Praying for acid rain again
Was with you all along my friend
Chaos in a teacup
All at once the heavens pouring
Gathered into sheets that beat
In torrents where you lay
Another storm to write about
Like chalk on wet cement
The colors wash away
Blurs original intent
This reminds me of something you once said
Just days before they found you dead
Emotions cloud the sky we need
Inundation in your head, crowded thoughts, reflected
Collected, unexpected, feeling lonely
So neglected, in a heartfelt text you sent
The wheel of life goes round and round
Listen to the sound…
“Why do I love hurt, wear my darkness
like a shroud, listening to music far too loud
Living in this grand excess, creating mayhem (sacred mess)
With prayers of loathing and despise
Written record (love and lies)
Beat up my dead horses then I shock them back to life
Open up another wound (sharp end of a knife).”
I read those words and asked you then if everything was okay
You told me you were doing fine
You told me you were doing fine
I used that line inside a poem
You’re reading it right now
The (when and where) is not important
The message is not entirely clear
Ducks are in rows I said that, true
Yellows, red, and black & blues
Suicides as back page news
September fades to gray
Some words to say on his behalf
A laugh, remember when?
He cut the thick air with his pen
And turned the rain into ink
A paragraph to make you think
Eulogies and epitaphs
Hidden in your paragraphs
So clever is the boy (or was)
Using pixels as a toy and prompts to make a name
Songs to tell a tale about a matchhead to a flame
Wearing word disguises
Never let them see you fail
Monkeys for a barrel, raising hell to get their ends
Much like thoughts inside your head
Wreaking havoc on your pen
Pushed over the edge again
Cascading slow at first (that word appears again)
Upon a bed of dreams, you thirst
But dreams soon turned to nightmares
The waters swelled; the seasons rushed
Petrified at first, how fear becomes a state of being
Questioning insanity
Do you like your room and view?
Wires on the windows you’ll get used to
Lights out at eleven, heaven waits outside the door
The overbearing feeling of the darkness you adore
That sense that you’ve been here before, deja vu, who knew?
Watching a life unfolding like a matryoshka doll
Options getting smaller with each face that you remove
Once again you’re caught up in the poisoned rain you love
Streams of indecision, drowning in a padded room
A flume of doom has surely caught you
Waterfall awaits you, here’s your snack, enjoy the ride
Once you finally admit the truth
There’s no safe place to hide
Washed up on a filthy street
This is where they found you
The waterfall was only sky
You thought that you could fly
So sad the way tomorrow dies
Cataclysmic in a word
The story is complete
A new life starts with just one breath
Sometimes a scream, sometimes a slap
To knock you to your senses (sting)
Place you in your mother’s arms
You’d think it would be easy
Raise the boy to be a man
Teach the child the way
Impart some wisdom so they say
But life has other plans
Or had, by now, you may have guessed
Life ends with one last breath
Reflections as we’re flying by
In tears we say goodbye
Crying deep into the silence
In a pool of crimson rain
Gathered storms will come again
Floods of wishes, thoughts, and prayers
Carry you in streams of blood
Or waterfalls to bring you down
Or lift you high with crystal hands
Ships of loss to calculate
Waves of hate, shades of fate
Streams of self we sacrifice
Evaporate like words we pray
Things we never get to say
September fades to gray

TM DiSarro

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