for a passed poet

Delores o'Riordan

Well its official, tour bus has finally left the station,

The place will be a lot less noisy without you,

From your talent and all your creation,

Many have felt the need to push through,

Tough times, where no light was seen,

Like zombies, faithfully departed,

You will miss all that could have been,

So many left behind broken hearted,

Family and friends have the thanks of so many,

Sharing your journey to home and rest,

You are mourned worldwide it seems uncanny,

Your words will over time stand best,

For all you inspired, may they recall your name?

While they too make their mark in life,

Nothing else will seem the same,

Rest easy, daughter, mother, friend wife,

deafening silence

Deafening silence

The sound of the chopper overhead,

For most sends shivers, of fear and dread,

For while that sound is loud and true,

Its meaning is sad, for someone new,

A race to the river, with utmost haste,

Time of the essence, not for waste,

Some poor soul, it deems to save,

Prevent them entering, a watery grave,

The future appears to have, no good end,

Fooling those close, family or friend,

Rescue boats on the water splash,

So many lives so much backlash,

Missing then for hours or days,

Parents and family in a haze,

Pray to god they soon will find,

A friend a loved one someone’s child,

Across the land in towns and cities,

Here’s to those we’re left to pity,

For no one knows until it’s too late,

The river calls they choose their fate,

While that chopper hovers overhead

Filling those below with fear and dread,

A body upon that river flows,

The reason for it no one knows,

An end to life for some poor soul,

No future seen no forward goal,

Peace they sought from this mortal ground,

For those left behind, none will be found,