Dark Poetry #3 |
A Town Called Hopelessness |
SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
A Town Called Hopelessness The town of Hopelessness, It is a community Going absolutely nowhere. A town of sleazy beginnings And sorry endings. Where prostitutes In filthy roach infested motels, Peddle their wares on dirty sheets, So that they can support Their slime-ball pimps In the manner They like to be accustomed to. A place where a man can, For a small fee, Have his fetishes taken care off, By man or woman. Anonymity is secured Once the proprietor’s hands Have been substantially greased. Where said proprietor Takes the position Of the three wise monkeys. The druggies wheel and deal Behind the local mission. After all why not give The hapless and hopeless A little happy And relieve them of any money, Before someone decent Offers them food and shelter for it. Get the suckers hooked, Right from the beginning, Show no mercy. A cardboard city Has been erected Between the windowless back Of the Town Hall And the rear entrance Of the Mortuary. Here the alcoholics And drug abusers Huddle together And commiserate with each other How their families Neglected And misunderstood them. How they are not responsible For the sorry plight that they are in. A railroad track Runs through The center of town. One train a day Runs through, Pulling a never-ending Stream of containers. It doesn’t stop, But slows down Allowing unauthorized passengers, Those modern day hoboes And lazy bums, To get off the train, Whilst others jump onto The slow moving locomotive, In the hopes of escaping The lunacy of Hopelessness. Like any town There is the right side And the wrong side of the tracks. The right side is the crap side Of Hopelessness; The wrong side Is the crappier than crap side, This is a town of no winners. A haven for the losers of the world. Robberies, family disturbances, Brawling, unrest, A lot of scamming, Occasional drive by shootings, Drug overdoses And every once in awhile A murder, Seems to be the glue That keeps this community together. We all know this town We maybe neither acknowledge it Or recognize it. But we know it, This town of Hopelessness. |
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LADY_DEATH Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 105Fl |
Sounds like once bad place that i wouldn't want to live in or near.But great description! |
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fractal007 Senior Member
since 2000-06-01
Posts 1958 |
OOOHHHH! This was a wonderful dark poem. I certainly can picture Hopelessness. I love the lines about commiserating druggies. I too am a little ticked when people try to shift the blame for their obviously illogical and unsafe actions onto others. I also love your bit about all these negetive things holding the town together. Very good use of irony! One constructive critique: "In the manner They like to be accustomed to." This is awkward. On the whole, however, the poem is well done. It is going into my library for sure! "If history is to change, let it change. If the world is to be destroyed, so be it. If my fate is to die, I must simply laugh" |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Yes! I felt a little awkward there also, I'll work on it. Thanks for the nice words. I am an enigma, even unto myself. |
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jjote Senior Member
since 2002-12-25
Posts 1088Ontario, Canada |
While there's life...I hope there's a glimmer of hope in Hopelessness. Or maybe, you could be describing Hell town, too. |
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Eromyna Member
since 2002-11-29
Posts 306Pheonix, AZ, USA |
I see the analogy you're trying to draw, and I like the idea. But I didn't find the text poetic. Maybe I missed something. "I don't need to scream for you to deem me aggravation." |
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Kethry Member Rara Avis
since 2000-07-29
Posts 9082Victoria Australia |
wonderfully dark images that read like a rant. Powerful prose or free verse whatever you choose to call it and the pollution of the works bleeds onto the page. Well done! Kethry Here in the midst of my lonely abyss, a single joy I find...your presence in my mind. Unknown |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Thanks. Maybe not terribly poetic, but interesting to write anyway. I am glad I don't live in Hopelessness. I am an enigma, even unto myself. |
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PoetOfDarkness2002 Junior Member
since 2002-12-06
Posts 41Lost in my dissociative unrealistic world |
I really like this poem...i see poeticness in it, not all poems ryme...And the meaning of the poem and what is said in it is unfortunately terribly true... (i happen to live in a bad neighborhood) but i dont follow in everyone esles footsteps or at least i dont think i do...well done! Love Always, |
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SPIRIT Senior Member
since 2002-12-29
Posts 1745California Desert |
Thank you. |
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