THE VICTIM
The pathway disinherited
which none but he walk down,
no resting place for memories
upon his trodden ground.
Condemned to grief and solitude
release denied from his ordeal
by unbelief in turn of fate
with wounds that never heal.
Indicted by false testimony
with urban calls unbowed
the taunting echoes still remain
his soul cries out aloud.
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Author:
Michael Edwards (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2017 02:31
- Comment from author about the poem: And another - only finished yesterday. Today's watercolour is of another village scene and now hangs in the white house shown in the centre.
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Comments7
Loud applause for picture and words - - your verse bring tears to the eyes Michael and as for that watercolour - well - Wow - superb.
Thanks Fay you are too kind - you would never guess that I'm actually a happy soul who produces a series of cartoons featuring a couple of gnomes named Athelstan and Barrington.
Awesome write love the painting
Thanks tony
Welcome
I see a ghost haunting. Nice job on the poem and painting!
Thanks and I might do a follow up sometime to see he gets over it all.
Look forward to that!
Oh, that just makes my blood boil when that happens. Nice write.
P.S. Just noted the old phone booth. Neat.
Thanks Augustus - yes there are quite a few phone boxes still in the UK and long may they be preserved.
Really very good
Michael... love this one
Thanks kindly PH
superbly created and carefully crafted words.....the painting is beautiful! i love the feelings you bring alive in your art!
Ah bless - thank you so much.
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