The Moment Beauty Is No Longer Alive
By Steven Bonich
Forsaken coward in a lost and terrible land I am a man in the black and darkness and the mist closes within. I forget that the lost children of the flowers and the sunlight have come to take me away.
Lost loves and loneliness forge within the temptation of redemption, I fear no evil and cast it upon its ass and wait for the dawn. And forsake the attempt to pull off the perfect pose or structure. Grave and beautiful I walk within. The demons in the dark call to no one now for I forget the power of the angels.
I wish and I wish for the despair to end but wishing is no longer in the grasp the American dream has been lost upon the oceans. Like someone just dumped the trunk off a ship bound for the unknown. But within this dream I no longer understand what I am to do.
"Do not despair my son" My father has said to me once. You shall rise above all this depression and muck and get yourself right. "Your mother and I have been through this too". "You are never alone son."
Rise for all to see and they shall take notice and you shall work them in your palm.
This is a story I wanted to share never mind what it's about just hold true and never forget it does disappear and we must try to keep it