Chatterton’s Redress

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  • Author: crypticbard (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 20th, 2023 06:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: Born today, 20 November in 1752, Thomas Chatterton did not live into his 20s, taking his life on 24 August 1770. His solution to life's dilemma was to drink poison. Having been disappointed and quite strongly disagreeing with his method of addressing his despair together with revisiting a similar plight when I was 15, realise how having failed where he succeeded has meant all the difference exponentially as every year that has accrued. This poem was also written with the thought of poverty challenged youth over the course of human history.
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Comments4

  • Neville



    this is brill & quite possibly even better than that ... and am so glad you are such a failure sir .. Neville

    • arqios

      Thanks N, that’s the best descriptive in a long while 🙂

    • Doggerel Dave

      As a refutation of suicide as a solution to ones problems I couldn't agree more. Life, with or including all its difficulties as well as its pleasures is after all still life for most, at least in the affluent parts where we live, and better by far than its alternative... which will come soon enough anyway.

      • arqios

        Cheers Dave!

      • 2781

        I am always right of track!
        Somehow I read into it God's harvest for the unrighteous.
        Woe is me.

        • arqios

          That could be read into it as well due to all the loaded words and phrases.

          • 2781

            Graceful

          • orchidee

            A troubled soul.
            Fido said to me - 'Nooo, it's not a poem about Lady ChatterLEY. You would only swoon if it was!' lol.

            • arqios

              A couple or so centuries apart as well 😉



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