Poetry Break: A Life Unsung - Ode to Chris Cornell

 I wrote this to help me deal with the suicide of one of the greatest modern voices in music, Chris Cornell, I mixed partial song lyrics of his within the poem.

A Life Unsung


Falling into a blackhole

words strung out

more emotion than ever heard.

A life unsung

and the notes unheard

with you gone

more music ever heard.

Tomorrow never comes

but yesterday will always be

the sounds of your life unsung.

Art that is a blueprint

to a generation

but just as personal as a name.

Notes trickled down

like raindrops

and razorblades.

Won’t you come

and finish this life unsung?


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