Remember when the music felt alive
Electric waves forming into thoughts
Writing words was a means to survive
Simple days spent longing for love
Never taking time to connect the dots
Left alone as push turned to shove
Wasted moments a desperate stare
Forgot the next step along the way
Free falling but choosing not to care
A conversation between old friends
Somehow became relevant yesterday
What doesn’t break eventually bends
Dreams are casting doubt once again
It sometimes seems it’s so deliberate
Like a stiff jab landing across the chin
Overwhelmed by these constant lies
Void of hope man grows inconsiderate
Without any light empathy slowly dies
Copyright @ Damian DeadLove 2026
I like the whole thing but in particular the 4th & concluding stanza’s .. Neville
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Neville. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I like those two stanzas a lot as well. Always thankful for your continued support. Appreciate you.
Damian
This is really good and there is nothing wrong with living on the edge.
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, Fia. So glad you connected with the write my friend. I’ve been known to take a chance every now and then. lol. Appreciate you, Cuz.
Damian
Dear D,
This piece brings in memories of writing letters, buying actual record albums, listening to the radio on an actual radio. I greatly appreciated the thought process in this write and the subtle warning to be aware of things lurking about. Terrific write. H🌷
Thanks so much for reading and your kind words, H. So glad you connected with the write my friend. Those are some pretty terrific memories you listed, sometimes that world seems a million miles away, especially for those who lived it and try to keep it alive in our words. I always enjoy your commentary and your continued support my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Rock on Damian. A marvelous write. Nice work!