Empty Rooms

I was sitting in an empty room
I was going to kill myself today
But found I lacked the energy
The knives were all so far away
I still remember that we talked
But I don’t recall what was said
I remember dying as you walked off
The rains of heaven on my head
I was brought to a newer life
A bright destiny in the winds
Where I am forever without you
Lonely and lost among my friends

The forest was in bloom here
The leaves of spring were green
Sounds of life among the branches
Not a cloud to be seen
The winter has settled in now
The branches are barren and cold
What once was as young as tomorrow
Is soon yesterday grown old
The sincerity of wood is this
Life will always go on so
Mine is just a broken heart
Its fragments withered in the snow

The afternoon rains on the flowers
Brought blooms in early spring
Gentle falling with a whisper
The wind made the branches sing
A whirlwind falls to the earth
With thunderous voice it cried
Its lightning sword a weapon
As autumn and summer collide 
The energy of the storm is this
It quickly blows itself away
It never dies but its new form
Is so many miles away 
 

The king of the gods of Rome
The thunderbolt in his hand
Slew the Titans for Oylmpus
Is now hard for students to understand
The second sun didn’t make it
Its satellites trapped in place
Staring down at its stormy failure
Far from reach of the human race
The reign of Jupiter is this
Over before it can begin
But earth goes on oblivious
To the king that might have been

I still wonder where my mind was
What did I think I could do
I tried my best to be good
And ended up disappointing you
Your face I can see reflected
In a thousand faces a day
But the rain stopped falling
And the summer went away
So why do I yet linger
In these moments of the past
The truth of storm and god and wood
Is that nothing is meant to last
So am I the tree or the ruler
Am I a memory of a storm
Wandering through empty rooms
Cooking just to keep warm

Allen W. Rathbone II
Many thanks to Trixie
 

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