Dying Days Poem by Jack Ingram

I’ve denied harsh thruths,

swallowed sweet lies.

Lived halfway between

the land and skies.

I’ve walked the road of the vagrants,

and wandered the paths of the moon

I’ve watched misery bubbling

on a dirty coffee spoon.

The wind is whispering a mournful lament,

as the sun is laid to rest,

The happy hours have been snatched away

into a demons chest.

The battles been lost,

But noone can tell,

These aren’t heavens angels,

They’re the legions of hell.