Friday, April 5, 2019

Twenty-five Years

Out of nowhere,
A sudden supernova in the sky,
Spokesman for a generation,
Burdened with the weight of expectations,
Too young too die.

Another generation come and gone,
Never knowing what was missed,
Only echoes on a radio station,
Of an overnight sensation,
Reduced to a name on a list.

When the wave broke,
And the price was too high,
We ignored the desperation,
Thought it was a revelation,
Too young to die.

Cryptic to the end,
Damaged and bold,
Hellbent on damnation,
The voice of a generation,
That will never grow old.

4-5-19

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