He sits there slumped in the back of his chair,
so low the sympathetic eyes pass strait over him,
With a glass in his hand,
his toxin to kill the memories of the day,
the poison to destroy the feelings of yesterday,
the gentle sound of rain bouncing off of the window panes,
like the bombardment of hate shredding through his soul,
one by one the glass empties,
his body slumps lower and lower,
until his figure is absorbed by the chair he sits in,
absorbing him into the night,
freeing him from this world of cruelty and despair,
just when his fate is all but sealed,
his soul all but absorbed,
a saving grab drags him from his stupor,
that empty glass removed from his grasp,
slowly the rain begins to retreat from the relentless bombardment,
on them window panes,
all the strain lifted from his weary shoulders,
and he stand out of his chair once more.
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Author:
markctaylor96 (
Offline) - Published: December 13th, 2016 06:02
- Comment from author about the poem: A Poem inspired by my darker days in life.
- Category: Sad
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Excellent poem about a temporary escape.
WELCOME MARK ~ Thanks for an elegant first poem ~ but (as you say) ~ with a sad subject. Life (even in a Democracy) like the UK get harder day by day. Brexist ~ lower wages ~ longer hours and people too busy to be nice and no time to welcome new members (to MPS) or comment on their poems (I'm in my lunch hour !). We all find something for release ~ drugs ~ drink ~ self harm etc I am fortunate that I have GF to love and who loves me ~ and Faith in God to keep me focused. In the end alcohol destroys ~ so you last line gives me some consolation ! "He stands ~ out of his chair ~ once more !". Thanks for caring and sharing ~ BRIAN (UK) Please check my poems ~ Thanks B.
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