A Final Dirge

A final dirge, a somber song
for a life lived bravely ‘gainst hellish storms
sent to destroy the hopeful child
who lived more wild than a dreamer’s dream,
heartfelt seams bursting long and torn
from the form they cried in the fog, forlorn
in the sorrow that ceased to subside
until his lungs gave up
and his body died:

A ruptured chest from unseen blows
in the hidden nest of a fractured soul;
punctured lungs and a battered brain
from the hell that fell like acid rain
in endless waves, a heart grown sodden
as the evils of Sodom and Gomorrah forgotten
unleashed assaults under guise of pleasure
while killing the true and rarest treasure:

A life lived boldly, wild and free
as the raging storms or resounding seas,
crashing and carving a path unknown
with a fearless heart and a curious soul;
an indomitable spirit and inquisitive mind
exploring the cosmos with perennial time,
unleashing flowers of treasures eternally —
grown from the soil where others had tried —
until his lungs gave up
and his body died.