Open Poetry #30 |
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The Drunk |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Imagining he holds the world is his hand But forgets to close the hand that feeds him Imagining every word is prose not rubbish Seeing the world through nothing Sorry for himself Achieving oblivion Squandering any gifts For the tears he shed's too easily For his dreams that he fear's might happen Sobbing is his beer For everyone else's mistakes His glorious ideas That might be achieved He remembers only that others stopped him Drunk with ideas and failure He drinks to prove his successes To blame others For their honesty Until maybe he realises That the problem is his Not others |
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Kahlil Senior Member
since 2003-04-12
Posts 1881 |
...and then he will be free. And that will be a glorious day.... ~K~ |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Will he be free. Maybe when he realises that he has no control over his life, he might be free. Maybe when he has justice, he might be free. Someday he might be free. regards Dave When all else is lost |
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