‘Death will bring peace”

Death will bring peace


A Poem by Coyote Poetry


An old true story.


  Death will bring peace.

A pretty and kind Angel sleep alone.
She turned from love and accepted her solitude.
In the darkness of lonely nights.
She wished for more hello and less goodbyes.

Old man sat in the back of the corner saloon and
he sat with his friends drinking shots of whiskey.
The old timer Joe toast to a woman left alone so long ago.

The woman who once held  love as her will to be alive.
Told 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 and
the lair of the storytellers and fool’s is always filled with more sinners.

Old Joe told 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 took my hand.
He whispered I broke an 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 forever.

He smiled and slapped my back.
He told 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 with fools like me.

He took my whiskey and dranks it.
He turned away.

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

Old Joe died from too much whiskey.
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 and
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 kissed my cheek and walked into the street.

I left the funeral and Iwent home to my wife.
I told her, she is my will to be alive.
My only sweet dream.