Dirt

*An ode to Layne Staley

Angelically sinister
The voice of the songs involving beautiful death
Freedom from the chains that “held you stagnant”
In your departure-
You placed the blanket over my angry child
Indeed, strength existed within your core

Phenomenally disastrous
Longing for love while desiring acceptance
A world you were but blind you saw
In your existence-
Unwillingly advocating, a voice of abuse
The burning consumed you while you drowned

Reigning sand
Without the dirt rare flowers will not bloom
The world on a salver cannot disarm the loneliness
The fire smolders-
You chose to hide as a way around disappointment
Twelve years, the ember continues to burn

Sobering soliloquy
Your life a monologue speaking of struggles
We shared a grind, peeling paint from our walls
The hallway collapsed-
You laid in place for two weeks before found
The sights you have seen lie next to you in dirt

Pincushion medicine
Puncturing life while persisting to breathe
I am familiar with the longing for decay
You've eaten the sun-
Oh, how I desire to lift you over the crumbled mountain
Deter the little boy from making a mistake