Death will bring peace.

English: Various Irish whiskies. Picture by Ca...

English: Various Irish whiskies. Picture by Cafeirlandais. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Death will bring peace

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


A old true story.


Death will bring peace.A pretty and kind Angel sleeps alone.
She turns from love and accepted solitude.
In the darkness of lonely nights.
She wished for more hello and less goodbyes.

Old men sitting in the back of the corner bar.
Sitting with friends drinking shots of whiskey.
Old timer Joe toast to a woman left alone so long ago.

The woman who once held  love as her will to be alive.
Tells her lovers now.  All I have to give is flesh and bones now.
Her eyes empty and sad.
Her hunger now is to feel a man inside her.
Her last emotion.

Liars pay the Devil his due.
The lair of the storytellers and fool’s is
always filled with more sinners.

Old Joe tells me whiskey won’t take your sadness away.

Those damn memories come back and leave you empty and
wishing for some kind of peace.He takes my hand.
He whisper I broke a Angel heart.
Left her for dead.
Then my heart died too.

Karma is a fair judge.
Fools who
wasted love will die alone and be in hell

He smile and slapped my back.
He tells me it is Valentine day.
Go home to your wife.
Buy her flowers and tell her how much you need and love her.
Hell is too damn full already.

He takes my whiskey and drinks it.
He turns away.

A woman sit on her porch.
She dream she is young and
beautiful again.
She wishes on the first star.
Please tell Joe I forgive him and I hope he okay.

Old Joe died from too much whiskey and too much war.
A few of us show up and say goodbye.
We knew he died of loneliness
and a broken heart.

A solace woman sit with tears.
I sat with her.
I told her what Joe told us.

He would be waiting in Purgatory for the one’s who wasted
words and the gift of love.
She kiss my cheek and walks into the street.

I leave the funeral and go to my wife.
Tell her she is my will to be alive.
My only sweet dream.


14 Feb 1998

© 2010 Coyote Poetry