Colin F. Jones

I CEASE NOW!

I cease now, for my work is done,
My words have said what all my heart desires
No missiles left for the smoking gun
My flame has gone destroyed by its own fires
I’ve found my soul though it was never lost
For it belongs to this great wondrous Earth
For birth – no price: for death there is no cost
My life’s value based on a memories worth
And what are they brief moments in a mind
Who gains the burden having known of me
And will forget what no one else will find,
For I’ll be lost in my failed poetry?
All I see is a vast pained grieving land
Made not by a God with a tender hand