Too old to die young,
I carry on. Burn bright or fade out?
I won’t go quiet into that good night.
I won’t silently stand by when I have
words to shout.
The poetic outlaw reborn.
A sworn enemy to silent storms.
A mouthpiece for the unloved,
the lost and alone.
I’ve stood in shadows,
I’ve seized the night.
I’ve basked in moonlight
and danced in the fires
of my own ravaged heart.
Now it’s time again to be reborn.
A new star in a clear sky.
A twinkle in my eye.
I laugh in the face
of those who think they
can dislodge the smile I wear.
I’ve been to the depths,
I’ve crept with the insects.
So, if you think I’m weak,
think twice,
I carried the
weight of the world
as you slept.
I held up the sky
as it crumbled around me.
And why?
To hear the sound of the sea,
the whispering of the breeze,
the longing songs of the birds
you tune out so easily.
Burn bright or fade out?
I won’t dim down the light.
I spent so long in darkness
my eyes adjusted,
but the light has held me
much closer than those
I mistakenly trusted.
I spent so long
in endless nightmares
that the devil may actually care,
may actually wonder why
I willingly put myself there.
But I’m too old to die young,
I tried that once, and it didn’t stick.
So now I go on,
fight my battles in the open.
Let my words be a beacon
of hope that you
can cling on to.
Because in peace, love and poetry
I hold my heart out to you.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle

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