Press Conference

Press Conference

Alone, twisting in the wind
Silent, nothing left to say

I do not know this place

I cannot hear the music

Frustrated, I search for a chord

No longer playable.

Rejoicing, sounds of it drift this way

Celebration, at my downfall evidently.

I helped bring this about

I stood shoulder to shoulder

Gloating, they rob me of something

I freely gave them.

Impending, it hangs dark in the air.

Threatening, punishment for something I did not do.

I think my father's thoughts

"People are no damned……"

I push them away the thoughts

Which are not mine but his, but though

Depressing, I know they're sometimes true.

by Tom King (c) 2009