How young the chap was,
and seemed so ridiculous!
All this feverish trouble was
for something so unreal: his voice.
Confound his boyish assurance!
Of course the chap had money
He was a money maker
You could hear it in his voice.
Those clear, twinkling eyes
gleamed with pain,
felt suddenly sick of life;
trip and tension in his voice.
More and more his spirit withdrew,
felt dull and heavy
had gradually grown silent.
You could hear it in his voice
and as though drawn
By invisible chains
He strayed far down.
You could hear it in…
- Author: Mildred Achoch (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 17th, 2020 05:45
- Comment from author about the poem: Created on April 4th, 2013 on the death anniversary of Kurt Cobain. This is one of the 30 found poems I created during the Found Poetry Review's "Pulitzer Remix" month-long event in April 2013. I used words and phrases from the Pulitzer winning novel "His Family".
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Comments1
A thoughtful write Mildred.
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