Poem -
Fade Out
Waning moon, another turn of the screw
And it feels like there is nothing else
He can do. Watching the clock,
Washing his hands, so little point now
In believing in plans.
While the hunger is there, he has no appetite
Nor clue how to start
Putting things right. Ashamed of his cowardice,
Back to the wall. No room left now to even stumble
And fall.
Strike up the wheel, cigarette to the flame,
One last smoke with the he that cannot be again.
And she smiles in his heart, which eases his doubt,
Just a dead man walking, Life Faded Out.
Comments
Excellent poetry angel
I'm right there with you on this one my brother, this packs a heavy knuckle punch to gut, your are out of breath , no one to reach you ...
it's just strange how out of the most painful events of our lives , past , present , we are able through our pain to share in words that which is able to touch the hearts of others, deeply and sincerely..
Twelve years ago I lost almost everything and my life with it , and in the midst of my troubles, someone comes along and hits me line, " Well you are at the best place in you life for a success story"
now don't get me wrong I am no way close to that story, and I am still in the mud, but guess what the mud keeps my feet warm and I am sure as hell that I'll be fucking dancing and scribbling my way out some day !
May you continue to rise..!! and write your story !
Thank you very much.
T