Ignorance is a light
that many men follow
and I too for some time
was a fool to its flames

I don't want to be misunderstood,
losing a friend to suicide is incredibly hard
but what I find most unnerving is how infectious
the idea of escape can be.

Dreaming of peculiar things
Of silver chains and diamond rings
songs I feel I've left to sing

For those I love I sing it now
My heart is cast upon the bow
Fear is fleeting from my brow

I hold your heart inside my bony cage
as eternal life slips by my waist enraged
with tempted fate I earn a year of age
and I am looking forward to tomorrow
with bittersweet and haunted sorrows
I go gently into the year ahead.

Cherie Nolan © 2016