In love, darkness, desperation and heartache,
I was guided by the angel of New York City.
Walking with clenched fists and gritting my teeth.
I want to be set free, I’m in search of Candy.
The angel took me to their hell and showed me how to make it a peaceful state of heaven.
A piece of me, a piece of him.
I turned a blind eye to my sins.
Slowly and softly his words carry me through.
I drag my feet across unfamiliar ground,
And I welcome the ugly feelings that I should ignore.
I wait for the unknown.
His words circle my mind going deep into my soul.
I’d go back in time to find a cure.
For all the souls that didn’t quite get there.
In love and courage, you’re standing in your leather and shades.
I’ll linger on.
I wrote this a few hours after hearing Lou Reed had died last year. I know you should never publicise your private thoughts, but I suppose some things just have to be let out. I don’t enjoy showing anyone my poor attempt at poetry, I’ve only ever shown not even a handful. I have no idea why I’m doing this but maybe it doesn’t need a reason. Not everything does.
The loss of someone like Lou is beyond words, and it leaves a gap. But at least someone like him existed and gave us a legacy of music that will forever inspire.
You’re missed Lou.
