A full package

Not a person had spoken to him in years 

Without question the best in his field 

A complete package, had not fallen apart

Never let the vultures steal his yield 

The efforts made were uncontested 

All this in a fashionable jacket  

Underneath a vest that is double breasted 

though beauty he could see all around

On the hills and in the ground

this story may seem good and sound

He was the loneliest scarecrow

That would ever  be found

Alone

A sunny day, one or two, none so many, but there’s  been a few, 

I’ve never felt the warmth or joy, of holding near a loved ones ploy, 

the secret wish to be close with me, just holding hands in the rain, 

Gently kissing below the willow tree

I’ve never known what life is about, an unwanted feeling of fear and doubt

is it an illusion, a deep desire?

I’ve only known a disasters mire, bullying into submission, burning with fire.

A long hard trip

Intellectually astute, renowned for thinking, clever to the task, intuitively clinking, quickened logic formerly slick, emotional collapse when his brain went click.

Thoughts of the world, bridges built, towers of glass raised up from silt, mountains climbed, tunnels channeled, children hungry, politicians flannel

Disastrous read more bad luck news, a heart of flickers continual blues, he placed a rope on his neck then jumped from the bridge, said “what the heck”

Soul searching for peace, no peace found, regressing back to a torturous past, doomed throughout fading fast, nothing good would ever last. 

Closing eyes, until feeling fine then flew like a bird for a moment in time, sparkling stars, tightening grip, was this real, or just a blip, a cup of coffee, with one last sip, tragic end to a long hard trip