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Gone Too Soon

Eulogy Of The Fallen

By Elijah H. MuiedPublished 3 years ago 2 min read
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GONE TOO SOON, POTENTIAL UNREALIZED INTELLIGENCE MINIMIZED

BY VARIOUS ADDICTIONS, SELF AFFLICTIONS BY EYES SEEING BIGGER THAN HANDS

HANDS SEEING BIGGER THAN BRAIN

CONSCIENCE LEFT UNHEEDED THUS LOVED ONES LEFT REELING IN PAIN

HEARTS ACHING ALMOST LITERALLY BREAKING FROM THE STRAIN

OF MEMORIES OF WHEN HE OR SHE WAS SO MUCH MORE

NOW ALL THAT IS IN STORE IS PERIODIC MEMORIALS FOR A SOUL LOST WAY BEFORE IT HAD A CHANCE TO BLOOM!

GONE TOO SOON

GONE TOO SOON, PSYCHE ERADICATED IN THE UNDERTOW OF REALITIES ENDLESS TURMOIL

REASON LONG SINCE GONE, SILENTLY OR NOT SO SILENTLY AWAITING THE BODIES RETURN TO SOIL

AGONY PROLONGED, MASKED BY PHARMACEUTICAL ENHANCEMENT, BUT ITS TOUCH HAS REMAINED

INTACT AND READY TO REENACT NUMEROUS DESTRUCTIVE MOMENTS BEFORE IT CAN BE RESTRAINED!

GONE TOO SOON.

GONE TOO SOON, SANITY NO LONGER SLIPPING, IT ALREADY FELL AND “HELL”, IS A PLACE LIVED IN DAILY BY MORE THAN A FEW

STRUGGLE RENEWED, OBJECTIVES PURSUED BUT UNHEALED WOUNDS OOZED POISON INTO A MIND THAT ALREADY FELT ABUSED

NO SINGING THE BLUES, BECAUSE TEARS DON’T LOOK RIGHT ON A MANS CHEEK, THAT IS WHAT THEY TOLD YOU

SOLD YOU A FALLACY ABOUT YOUR MASCULINITY, INADVERTENTLY STRAINING THE BALANCE THAT DEFINES YOUR HUMANITY !

GONE TOO SOON

GONE TOO SOON, TEAR DUCTS REMAIN DRY AND EYES ARE UNCLEANSED BOTH INSIDE AND OUT SO DARKNESS SEEPS IN AT THE EDGES TO SETTLE IN THE SOUL

LOST CONTROL, UNRESOLVED PAIN BECOMES ANGER BECOMES RAGE AND DESTRUCTION IS LEFT IN THE WAKE

CAN’T WAKE FROM THIS NIGHTMARE REALITY, A SORELY DAMAGED MENTALITY, MENTALLY TORN APART AT THE SEAMS

AN ENDLESS BAD DREAM AND NO DRUG IS ABLE TO SEW UP HIS RAGGED EDGES, AS THE MEAGER SANITY LEFT SEEPS FROM HIS PORES

ONTO THE STREETS AND FLOORS WHERE HE TREADS, BATTLING SO MANY VOICES… TOO MANY VOICES, ENOUGH TO FILL A THOUSAND HEADS!

GONE TOO SOON

GONE TOO SOON, THIS IS A EULOGY OF THE FALLEN AND OF THOSE STILL WALKING BUT LOST IN THE ENDLESS LABYRINTH OF THEIR MIND

CAN THEY EVER HOPE TO FIND, PEACE?

WILL WE EVER BE ABLE TO FIND A SOLUTION TO A PSYCHES DIS EASE?

OR WILL WE FOREVER MOURN THE DEMISE OF OUR LOVED ONES, AS SANITY VANISHES BENEATH THE CRASHING WAVES OF LIFE’S UNFORGIVING SEA

AND WE ONCE AGAIN CRY IN GRIEF…

GONE TOO SOON!!!

Elijah H. Mu'ied

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Elijah H. Muied

Also Known As - "6 Deep The Messenger"! Pacific Northwest Spoken word Performance Artist, Poet, Creative Writer & Event Host...

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