Death will bring peace…
Death will bring peace
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A old true story. If you love someone. Remind them today. They are your reasons to be alive.![]()
Death will bring peace….
A pretty and kind Angel sleeps alone tonight.
She turned from love and accepted solitude.
In the darkness of lonely nights.
She wished for more hellos and less goodbyes.
Old men sitting in the back of the corner bar.
Sitting with friends drinking shots of whiskey.
Old timer Joe toast to a woman left alone so long ago.
The woman who once held love as her will to be alive.
Told her lovers now.
All I have to give is flesh and bones now.
Her eyes empty and sad,
her hunger now is to feel a man inside her.
Her last emotion.
Liars pay the Devil his due.
The lair of the storytellers and fool’s is always filled with more sinners.
Old Joe told me, whiskey won’t take your sadness away.
Those damn memories come back and leave you empty
and wishing for some kind of peace.
He takes my hand,
he whispered I broke a Angel heart.
Left her for dead.
Then my heart died too.
Karma is a fair judge.
Fools who wasted love will die alone and be in hell forever.
He smile and slapped my back.
He tells me it is Valentine day.
Go home to your wife.
Buy her flowers and tell her how much you need and love her.
Hell is too damn full of dumb asses already.
He takes my whiskey and drinks it and
he turned away.
A woman sit on her porch.
She dream she is young and beautiful again.
She wishes on the first star.
Please tell Joe I forgive him and I hope he okay.
Old Joe died from too much whiskey.
A few of us show up and say goodbye.
We knew he died of loneliness and a broken heart.
A solace woman sit with tears.
I sit with her and
I told her what Joe told us.
He would be waiting in Purgatory for the one’s who wasted words and the gift of love.
She kissed my cheek and walked into the street.
I leave the funeral and go to my wife.
Tell her she is my will to be alive.
My only sweet dream.
Coyote
14 Feb 1998
Shattered dreams and frayed love knots are never reason enough to stop living. Step forward boldly into the unknown. The best is yet to come. 🌟✨💫
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When I served. I met many old timers who had nothing but the whiskey. Dear Gail, war and love. Rarely mixes well. I became the old man in the bar till I decided to quit the Army. I found a good woman and she saved me.
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I’ve been saved, too. What a blessing to receive. 🙏🏻🍃
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I agree dear Gail. We need someone kind.
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