“Ode to Michael Jackson”
He lived life in clouds of black
Surrounded by God’s divine light.
Letting tears bounce off like bubbles do
Nothing ventured except the pain
Only solitude brought him gain.
Famous for more than just his song
Extreme exhaustion until it’s done
Unwanted accolades from afar
Thoughts are akin to an ant in a jar.
First a boy being outwardly a man
Expected to be a man but still a boy.
Thoughts unlike the innocent’s heart
From this cage he must depart.
Finding no peace within the search
Until in Nerverland, he found his perch
Outward burst of unheard woes
Yet even there a cold wind blows
Who gains from a painful carbuncle
The wolves encircle within a circle?
The more I do the less I say
For hungry souls I did pray
Find yourself without my help
With many tears I too once whelp,
Now who will grant to me this rest?
Oh death will you be my only test,
For here I am at your door
Tell no one I lay here on the floor.
Save your accolades and flowers galore
I wait at heaven’s door for more.
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