dapxin

So late, this is, or is it?
but I feel less healed,
as if there is healing - a world devoid of Michael Jackson,
should I fail to put out,
my final words on a man so iconic,
we couldn't understand.

Each time, I play your Speechless, Michael,
haunted to the marrow,
the purity of your voice,
delicious and sparkling,

Or try to Imagine,
a world, where all things genius,
was a joint, a step, or a move away,
yet,
a world, so tormented; So abused and
misunderstood,

The conclusion stare me in the face,
you was the one,
who gave all the peace, love and
internal harmony,
spreading it, like a web,
yet, starved, of a piece of it all.

Gone too soon; The truest great
that truly was. and Is.

Little Honours, to have lived this
generation with you. The tears flow,
And the bye never stops.
Until the very end of time.

RIP MJ.