It was never my intention
To leave clues of my demise
I wanted more of a mystery
Re-telling of false history
So, you found the letter written
Vain descriptions of a life
Prisms shifting light perspectives
Blood stains drying on a knife
Moving forward (out of touch)
Time stood still and still remains
A permanent intrusion
Frolicking in love’s reflection
Dappled deep in dark desires
Perception stood suspended
Out of touch with moving forward
We contemplate in vain
Draw a map for point and blame
Landmarks for our shame
We sometimes speak in riddles
Starting stories in the middle
Yes, context is an evil fuck
And fate is sometimes only luck
The backstories illuminate
Predictions often go unheeded
Intentions choke the things we say
Meanwhile, poets fade away
In vacuums void of breath
Drowning inside paragraphs
Parentheses of love’s regrets
Syllables tied around the neck
A chair to kick from under you
Or sit and write a poem for you
Some clues I never meant to leave
Regarding my demise
He left a legacy of lies
A puzzle from a fractured mind
His rhyme is scattered (clearly blind)
Covering a wealth of crimes
Making misery sound sublime
But wait, there’s something else to say
To ramble on, to blather more
Beyond this play of words, we weave
After all, it was your prompt
That slyly turned the key
And me? Perpetual whore of fame
I am and always was
Insatiable
Never enough
Nine lives, time, I stitch
Hungry for some ears to itch
To listen loudly (bait and switch)
Fill my plate with praise
More dopamine to fuel the haze
Of compliments and such
We covet likes and seek out more
We look to strangers for applause
And yes, I do appreciate
The glittered hearts you send
The time you spend
The words you share
Like salve for so much pain
Yet, mixed with sand and ink-stained hands
It sadly makes things worse
While twisting pretty things, you hear
Keep friends at bay (your enemies near)
It’s not a movie script at all…
Deliberately, the angels fall
Holding back their tears
Learn to love the things we fear
Just mindsets for the mindless
Some whiskey with a jagged pill
You swallow, and it stings
Dazzle, never get your fill
Hero worship (if you will)
Draped in fifty shades of white
We trade our loss for pure delight
A cotton cross to bear at night
Smile as we accept defeat
A shiny ice pick just for spite
Trading nails for plastic pens
A gold watch in the end
Keeping time with fools who fly
On wings of melting wax
Spinning like a record in the sky
Leaving heartbeats, secret tracks
A future message (clearly scratched)
Of a past-tense aftermath

TM DiSarro

©2025 TM DiSarro/MindScapes Publishing

From: THE MEMORY OF RAIN