Elegy for Ian Curtis


Like an encaged child
withheld from innocence
endlessly seeking substance,
you explored death's edge
You dove into blackness,
hoping to find pure light.
A deep desperate voice cried,
"I'm ashamed of the things
I've been put through;
I'm ashamed of the person
I am."
You cried like death's doorbell,
"Mother, I tried;
please, believe me."
Swimming through madness,
you only wanted more.
Catapulting into a fatalistic melody,
your music became your solace
of twisted expression.
The child never freed
to walk the path of sanity's light;
a child forever waiting on the wings
watching the scenes replay.

2-10-92

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