No Longer A Man or All Seasons

 
Spring will never again be sprung
It’s like it’s trying to breathe with only one lung

Strangely, birdsong is differently strange
Like a nails down a chalkboard kinda range

Lambs apparently no energy to bink
I have no inclinations to try to think

Normally colourful spring flowers, are grey
Nothing seems awesome, nothing so gay

The death that was winter continues as spring
I have nothing to write, nothing to sing

The daffodils not yellow, the hue of coal
Dead leaves not enough to cover my dead soul

It resembles my mind and prevailing mood
The goodness has been, removed from good

No kind acts in the milk of human kindness
Returning birds, not returning, it all seems mindless

Calves and foals are still born: But stillborn
Crops have grown deaf without ears of corn

Sadness is worn like a jacket or coat
No Spring showers or Spring poems to devote

Thoughts of morbidity mix in black clouds
Pervasive weeds uncontrolled, overcrowds

A good summer for me is now in doubt
I will not grow and will experience drought

My brain will just not fuckin compute
The seasons of old that used to be cute

It was a spring event like no other
In love and adoring, I was smothered

This Love had never been placed in me
Let my guard down, trusted and agreed

But a magpie came down and stole my heart
It fed it to the young, it ripped it apart

Crows squawked and murderously laughed
As my heart and eyes were no longer staffed

Like the red, red, robin along It wasn't bobbing
my chest red raw, bleeding hurt and sobbing

Lovestruck, I couldn't see it coming
such a curse to the season’s becoming

Tarnished, are the memories I cannot forget
I had loved her right from the day that we met

Nevertheless, one can never predict the seasons
I tried to work out all the real reasons

It was like punching smoke
Did more damage with each word I spoke

Now this part of my heart will not restart
No matter how long we have been apart

I invested all of the love that I could
Protected her from demons the way that I should

I sacrificed my very soul on her altar
I tried my best though sometimes I'd falter

It simply was not enough
A heartbreaking rebuff

Spring and summer re-open that gaping scar
The place she occupied is never very far

I still talk to her daily as if she was there
I look through photographs when I can bear

Professions of love and promises made
On video, or audio never fade, as tears cascade

People say move on
I can't
I fuckin won’t
The memories of her will only die
When I die

MAY it come soon