Never Say Never

Never though it would end,

For forever…

Those words hang in my memory

Mercilessly taunting me as I sleep

A promise made, but then unkept

All the years, and the future nights

Undone, as if never had certainly come


Murals splashed with angry colors

Pamphlets scattered on the walkway

Yellowed and torn illustrations

And an empty venue, except for one

Staring at the heavy fading curtain


The ticking clock it keeps on ticking

But the passing has a certain remedy

For wounds never truly heal

Time just helps to tuck them away

And what is lost becomes a memory

The pieces…

Picking up such an endless chore

Some go easier than others, it’s true

While tiny splinters tend to linger

Strange how things no longer matters

Right, wrong, which way the finger pointing


All those bits carefully sorted into piles

Which one’s matter in the new photograph

Rubbish pile for most of the many

A few tarnished, but somehow unpartable

For now, maybe the pain needs a few more years


Hooks holding fast but the rope is weak

The back and forth scratching of the past

Blurring out the noise, the shouting, the dark

Stripping it away, trying to find salvage

And eventually a peace with the remnants


Death had no seat at the table of parting

And forever was trampled by never

To go on living, well that’s the trick they say

A new stage, with freshly pressed handbills

But how to act?

I’m afraid…


Additional Reading

R.J. Schwartz is an American Poet and Author.

His complete works on The Creative Exiles Website can be found here

The Gypsy Thread is a huge collection of his original work

Ralph also writes on HubPages

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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