Picking up the pieces <br />That silence seemed to stain <br />The wind blew like cold breath <br />The darkness won’t remain <br />The end of something is sadness <br />Anticipation tinged with pain <br />We con ourselves with comfort <br />Go through it all again <br /> <br />And we go on- put a show on <br />We go on <br /> <br />Defeat is just suffering <br />That’s hidden beneath lies <br />Rebuilding the mess we’ve made <br />With tears in our eyes <br />No wonder you have hatred <br />Clinging to you like the flies <br />That clings to the carcass <br />Of something when it dies <br /> <br />And we go on- put a show on <br />We go on <br /> <br />But rain clouds soon pass on <br />And out comes the sun <br />The end is a beginning <br />Just before it has begun <br />And soon you will be forgotten <br />And life is just for fun <br />You used you decisions <br />Like a loaded gun <br /> <br />And I’ve gone on- and you’re no one <br />No one<br /><br />Vincent Coster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gun-for-miss-l/
