Thus is this my final Opus by Ronnie Tucker

Ronnie Tucker

Spiritual debris in a cluttered mind
Cluster f@@@ed in cosmic time
A continuum with no beginning and end
Shards broken and seldom seen
Mystic mind played
I have given I have bleed
My heart and soul for you
But no one stops to ponder
All my pain and all my visions
Have become but a passing now
My words and verses have become lost
Buried in the nether recesses
Never to be read
Like a flock of sheep
Left to wander
I have been shoved aside
No more recognition
No more followers
I am just an empty shell now
Left to wallow in my own hell
Where has everyone gone
Why have you left me
Does my ink not sting anymore
Does my esoteric landscape not bleed anymore
Does not my words spill
I gave my blanket of emotions to comfort you
I let you into my mind
And let you dwell
But now you turned off the light
And now nobody’s home
I opened myself and bled my wounds
Only to lose myself in this lonely boulevard of poetry
Now all I am is a Poet in decay
Lost to the wilderness
I guess my time has come
Now to turn out my light
And drop my pen
For my ink has been spilled
And my pen is dry
Never to dream again
I have lost my flock
Alone now at the roads end
No more shall dampen your doorstep
As my last chapter turns
Thus is this my final Opus
Spiritual debris cluster f@@@ed
In a warped mind
Burned out of heart and soul
No more for an emotional less spirit
For the Poetical pen hand is still

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