Too drunk to opposing a poem he composing,
drove mad in disclosing the terrors of verse.
To battle, to blunder in a mind wracked with thunder,
falling asunder in his own universe.
Of a time, once a soldier, proud, upright, non nobler,
and now left to smolder in whiskey and tears.
The guilt and confessions, the bouts of depressions,
shredding his senses through the razors of fears.
In his angers lay seething, the loathsome self-reeking
while he could be reaping the fruits of his age.
In defeat, in the burning what once he a yearning,
twisting and turning with the beast in his cage.
Though skilled as a writer, who’d dare his reciter,
his truths to decipher read tough to consume.
As is true of its author comes whiskey from slaughter,
that drunken marauder to plunder his gloom.
Of hatred and poison, of a darksome horizon,
his cruel criticizing the nature of men.
When he’s drunk at his table, he’s Cain and he’s Abel,
the first from the cradle and murdered, amen.
The obscene, the immoral, the world in his quarrel,
no garlands of laurel, no crown fits his head.
In his dying submission, his only ambition,
his tombstone’s incision, ‘Thank God I am dead’.
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Tony Grannell (
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As you may well be aware Tony I love narrative poems and this one held a special rhyme scheme that just pulls it along from line to line with little time to breath. I loved it and it is another fave. If you are around tomorrow I will post one of mine if you care to review it.
Hello, Soren,
Delighted you dropped by and your response is very much appreciated. I look forward to reading your poem tomorrow, untill then, my fond regards,
Tony.
It is muy pleasure Tony
well written
Hello, Friendship,
Lovely to hear from you again and thank you very much for taking the time to read and comment.
Wishing you much happiness,
Tony.
Tony, damn…this is brutal. The war may be over, but clearly not for the one still carrying it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Hello, Tristan,
Sadely, some wars never end for so many people, souls destroyed from the inside out. As always, your words are very much appreciated, truly.
Wishing you all the very best,
Tony.
Wow. Just wow. Very reminiscent of Wilfred Owen, and just as powerful. I cannot express how much I love this piece.
Hello, Anna,
I am delighted you enjoyed this one. Your very fine response is greatly appreciated.
Wishing you much happiness,
Tony.
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