Open Poetry #1 |
Another Victim |
Robin Junior Member
since 1999-08-07
Posts 48Cardiff, Wales, UK |
Shadow twists in the night As some sense calls a warning that cannot be heard And another statistic falls to the floor Black red in the night mingling With rain water as dark as the deed In this monochrome orange world. The last cry still echoes off Silent sentinel walls As the pockets are searched For the plastic prize A few hours of freedom from the pain Of his solitary role Helpless nights, Hidden days Huddled in a frozen sheet Awaiting once more the escape Brought by the anonymity of night. The victim moans As the world shifts about him Shorn now of financial props His place in the light Stolen by a blow to the head. Mumbling incoherence from His crumple heap, Another homeless drunk to be avoided. |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
This is great, really powerful. I especially like the 'H' words in the middle stanza. You have a way of getting your images across which is very clear. |
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Robin Junior Member
since 1999-08-07
Posts 48Cardiff, Wales, UK |
Thanks Severn, glad you liked it. Robin |
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