BundyA strange name, by Fathers choice.Bundy by Tainted-Fire
A name of rum, that which he didn’t drink.
Bundaberg, the polar bear.
Retriever, Labrador, what else was unclear.
The face of a bear and mane of a lion.
The once golden fur drained to yellows, whites.
The once bounding legs now rickety, frail.
The heart his only constant, The only gold that didn’t fade
Never wavering, never failing, with his bodies recession.
Once off the lead he plodded over
The cold water of mid-spring, he didn’t care.
He stood in the shallows. Bent his legs. carefully. sat.
Turned his head. searching. calm water. good, he hated waves.
A huff of breath, a splash of water, now he lay in the wet.
Lowered his head. Swishing the water. left. right. left again.
A huff with each movement. right. left. and right. Stop. Head up, dripping.
You done boy? He worked backward quickly, eager. Sitting again.
He pushed upwards. slow. wavering.
Colossal effort for such an action.
He stood. He moved. Sw
Played AwayPick guard worn, overused.Played Away by Tainted-Fire
Let down for a moment.
Left ripe for plucking.
Strings of lost lustre.
Once played without end.
Out of tune from the world.
As my love simply played away.
Frets themselves in a fret.
No bridge to keep the strings at bay.
They fly and tangle in my throat.
Tossed aside to find another
A broken guitar to play. another day.
A broken guitar. to be played away.
Sleepless NightsI lay awake, no rest in steadSleepless Nights by Tainted-Fire
The hours pass with no progress
Ideas and thoughts swirl in my head
They stick in waves with no recess
Each thought as useless as the last
Rehearsing’s that never will be
Recall the mistakes of my past
If only sleep would set me free
I toss and turn no end in sight
I beg for silence in my mind
Hot and bothered by the night
Too many hours left behind
Oh why must time be so astray
When sleepless nights do come my way