The Wings Of A Dove

The Wings of A Dove.


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We know right from birth that we've been cursed to die,
so why on earth do we cry when the hearse goes by?

Sobriety....the factory settings of man, the default, the prototype
But to him it was like a corroded light, colder than a frozen night
All that existed was pain, and every second he lived was inane
But one sniff of the 'caine, and he was different....deranged
He knew no simple refrain, add a sip of liquor and a spliff to the brain
It was like his mind would split, and he'd go into a different domain
And I just lived with the shame, worry pounding on my miserable brain
His addiction is my jail and his prison's the same, I wish his liver would drain
And save him from himself, give him a new life and let him live it again
But his fight slips by the day, he's getting thin, with gout in his digital vein
He fidgets, complains, his sober mind finds the world glib and profane
He wants to live in a world where nothing that exists is mundane
And so he medicates, dedicates his time to trying to elevate his mind
The drugs that he does help him meditate, unwind, and levitate
He tells me he will never break, but his binges are getting longer,
They used to last a couple of days....last time it was 11 straight.

When he first looked at me, the love was clear in his eyes
Now as I stare into them, all I can see is fear of demise

Sitting alone in my bed, letting these thoughts roam in my head
Beholden to dread, the fear sets in to my bones and it spreads
As the tears flow, where did the years go?
The love disappears as the regret and the fears grow
As I picture him out there, drugged up to his eyeballs
While staring at a picture of a dove up on the drywall
He used to be my shining knight, the light in the darkness
The most childish, retarded, jokes...we'd delight in regardless
Disarming the fright, making me smile through the harshest of nights
Even if it was starless, the fire inside him would spark and ignite
Our love would shine and we'd bathe our hearts in the light
This love was blind, our sight taken from our troubled minds
But trouble finds a way to recover time...
....and now I pay for another's crime.

If he had just told me it would be like this, I couldn't complain
Why can't he love me like the stuff he puts in his veins?

He has moved on to harder drugs, heroin and things of the sort
I ask him the simplest of questions, and he can't think to retort
He just curls up in a ball, as his world unfurls, crumbles, and falls
All he is, is a little baby, as he tries to walk, struggles, and crawls
I hate this hate that awaits to break, but his weakness is pitiful
He knows he can always come to me to speak when he's miserable
But he locks it inside himself, blocks it, denies the help
My heart cries and melts, when I see what life has dealt
We didn't deserve these cards that were played, scars never fade
They just continue to grow ever darker then harden with age
discarded, enraged, living in hardship...the heart of an artist encased
In a cathartic embrace, the love from when this started, departed, erased
Brushed under the carpet, a waste, my heart is guarded and chaste
As I look into his eyes, lethargic and spaced...muscles fade from his bones
I'd pray for his soul, but my faith has faded, this place is gray..and it's cold.

*6 months later*

I'm still trying to figure out how to live without my life's love
I whimper, shout, kick and pout, 'til I see the wings of a white dove
Like the one on the wall I would stare at, and admire the shine
Of the silky smooth wing, as deep inside the fire declines
The symbol of peace, my man did not follow the footprints of the beast
He was taken by a life full of sin and deceit, killed from the heat
All he ever sought was a simple retreat, scared of admitting defeat
He had to escape, he had no choice, this world drove him mad...
...he would break, if he stayed too long, he had the travelers fate
He couldn't live in a savage society, it damaged him quietly
I just wish his blatant pain didn't make the same languish inside of me


All he wanted was peace, and all he needed was to escape from this zoo
He had to fly away on the wings of the dove...I just wish he had taken me too

Nice one Witty. This has been slept on. I gotta dash but I'll come back to it later.
That picture is insane btw. Stunning.

Witty, this has flow that I love, an easy to read, cool story line and great imagery.

Your intro:…

‘We know right from birth that we've been cursed to die,
so why on earth do we cry when the hearse goes by?’

…opens up the story nicely, letting the audience ponder your question and reflect on something normal,
yet incredibly sad and hard to deal with.

That first stanza was friggen awesome! I loved it. I appreciate the detailed description you have.
You let us know every little inch of his situation without over doing it or under playing it. It seems
Real and heart felt which is important for a written piece. If you feel the honesty, so can we.
We read and often wonder if stories are true or not, and that’s just one of the marks of a great writer, when the reader is left ‘mentally touched’ because of your piece, wondering if it’s true.

It’s not hard to see the ‘off the rails’ situation this guy is in, when it’s depicted step by step like this.
You have so much information jam packed in this stanza and that’s gold for imagery.
Internals are going off, hitting not missing the mark. Rhymes are great. I love them because
You’re not just filling up a page with anything that rhymes, even though the sound of the
Rhyme stays the same for quite a while, I don’t tire of it, because the content kicks ass and the
words show knowledge and skill. Btw, ‘gout in his digital vein’…awesome.

The second stanza finds you reflecting on ‘what was’ in a sensitive way.
Reliving the good old days and saddened that the love is now replaced by regret and fear.
You take us to the very cool picture with the dove and tell us about how
a shining knight turned into a junkie. And you do this well because you reminisce
the whole way through.

‘If he had just told me it would be like this, I couldn't complain
Why can't he love me like the stuff he puts in his veins?’

…This is beautiful vulnerability on show for the world to see your insecure jealousy over a
drug being loved more than you.

The third stanza. The rhyme and flow continue as does the description of his
decline, poetically balanced with images of hardship and mental blocks.

‘As I look into his eyes, lethargic and spaced...muscles fade from his bones
I'd pray for his soul, but my faith has faded, this place is gray..and it's cold.’

The last stanza cements the outcome of his downhill path after six months.
You wrapped it all up, with respect to him.
Your outro shines. It leaves me with a heavyhearted, mournful feeling knowing
you wish he had taken you too.

‘All he wanted was peace, and all he needed was to escape from this zoo
He had to fly away on the wings of the dove...I just wish he had taken me too.’

Witty, I loved reading this. It was a pleasure to read from start to finish.
I thought your timing was spot on.
You were definitely in the right headspace all the way through and imo set
a very believable scene with well flavoured atmosphere helping the content
come alive.

Look forward to more from you Witty.

Great read.