kevin browne

I'll Dress Up.

 

I'll dress up and pretend I live in hell
With a wicked and the moment I froze
Taken away from a place I love well
There where an open door was closed.

I'll make do with whatever is needed
A promise of hope and some glory
It's sad where the devil has seeded
When jealous crops an odd story.

I'll see to this with a lower note
That plays away on a field of misery
Some may say we may need to gloat
Pens that lead me directly to my diary.

I'll weather fair on a needle an' stitch
Along my seams of broken hearted
The living history of a broom and witch
A Spell-bound lonely for it has parted.

I'll say it with sour taste in my gloom
Where life has a practical passion
Set alight the fiery flame of doom
With the loss of 5-star fashion.

I'll think of this as a heartbreak hotel
Where lovers live and a kiss for the weary
Stay up late in a devilish darkness well
Wherein the end nobody believed me.

I'll in retrospect take a hindsight an' look
when things diminish responsibly not
where at home a Scotch broth and cook
dipped your tongue in to feel how hot.

I'll fair thee well upon a cottonmouth
Regrets, we've all made it the same
I'll stay warmed in mine own house
God loved whoever it was to blame.

Comments2

  • FineB

    Thanks Kev for that lovely powerful poem.

    One thing I know I will certainly have to dress up as the cold and bleak winter in the UK is definitely upon us.
    Keep writing
    FineB

    • kevin browne

      it's a cold pleasure, FineB, but wrap up well, keep the devil away from your door and warm ya feet in front of a flaming fire. thank you, for your comment.

    • LukeCoomer

      This is masterful, I love the every other line thing you got going there! I've done this before and I don't think anyone realizes it not an easy feat... I applaude you sir



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