Open Poetry #41 |
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Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
Dark My eyes might have seen the glory, But not this story, More often it’s seen the gory. For I will walk in the park In the hours of dark When the living are stark Of hope. There used to be a bit of light To guide seekers through the night, Now it’s so slight In a realm controlled by brutal thugs Selling evil and vile drugs, To which authority shrugs; Gone hope. Dank What liquid runs red But the remnant of the dead So recently removed where bled So uselessly life was shed For a few coins. Dismal So I stand midst my midnight stroll Staring at a faded stain Where drugs and its greed took toll, It’s all that does remain, For no interest comes forth To assess the victim’s worth And the impact the family feels Responsibly carelessly shed As if the man was not even real Yet he’s hopelessly dead. Gloom |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
You must be very brave to go for a midnight stroll in that park. I like the way you describe what is all too real and very sad these days. Ida |
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