TRIGGER

TRIGGER

Hunting for the trigger

Ever since the well ran dry

Locked in years of silence now

But even so he tries

Yet the trigger still eludes him

And his words they just won’t flow

And though he’s loved her all these years

He sometimes worries that she doesn’t know

That it’s only words that fail him

And though no words come along

He hopes she knows that she has been

His muse in every song

Now around him nature’s turning

And the leaves are turning brown

And the music in his head is like

The shadows that now lengthen on the ground

And now, with Winter coming

The trees will soon be bare

His world has gone full circle

Only he’s left standing there

A solitary figure

On a landscape bleak and grey

Some days he feels he lost a part of

His young self somewhere along the way…

And he cannot shake this feeling that a

Part of him got lost along the way…

© Cyrus Dali Vesuvala

October 2017

You can watch a home recording of a sung version of this lyric on Facebook at :

https://fb.watch/jmBxXrVCv9/

or on Instagram at:

https://www.instagram.com/p/Ce5lFuLuxIa/

About This Poem

Last Few Words: One had been reading so many horror stories coming out of the US, about lives lost senselessly to guns in the wrong hands ....and fingers that found the trigger far too easily..... that I was reminded of this song that I had written back in 2017 about a very DIFFERENT kind of TRIGGER.... If you clicked on the links below the lyric, I hope you enjoyed watching / listening to the home rcording of this original song (...bum notes et al ....) - Cyrus Dali Vesuvala / Psyve Gurugram 19th March 2023

Style/Type: Structured: Western

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About the Author

Region, Country: Asia, India, IND

Favorite Poets: Leonard Cohen

Comments

I love this

We can only hope that in the end those we loved the most are aware but I know myself, even though I have made it a practice to say it more often in recent times, there were many years were words escaped me as well. This also resonates as I believe we all have that one in person in our lives that no matter how things turned out, they remained our everything.

Thank you

Thank you RoseBlack, for your perceptive response.
Glad you liked this lyric.
Perhaps you might like the recording too
Cheers
Cyrus