Poet Of Darkness

A huge wastefulness.

Your lifetime is terrible, between madness and
Violence you try to keep some beauty alive
Several years now you're surviving far from your land
Under some women's roof, how many? At least five

You are looking for a home, but what is a home
When lies and trickeries are the only shelter
You have lost your family, friends, job and your love
I don't talk about me, this w***e compared with her

So often you show this picture on your passeport
If it's really six years, ô my god what a shock
Look well at this picture, then you in the mirror
What are you becoming? I can hear your mind lock

You're tired of drama but drama you create
And this energy behind you leaves such a mess
You asked for my help but my help is obsolete
It crushes my heart to see such a wastefulness

Reviews

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. it truly is unbelievable ... how the most common of people ... turn about to be those that self-destruct horribly ... your narrative is poignant and powerful ... what sad lives they must lead ... those who intentionally throw away all their chances ... and hurt those who pray for more chances for them ...

[Jeff]

Good poem. It really captures some people's never-ending self-destruction.

[deeps]

I really enjoyed this write. I loved the frst line of the last stanza. So true. This is wonderful. Love the flow and rhyme scheme.

[Adelia Alighieri]

I think the rhyme worked pretty well in here. A couple of spelling mistakes but don't bother about them. Good piece, I liked it.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

your poem takes me back to my Irishman self displaced and running madness like a highwire act of self destruction leaving everyone who would love him crushed in his wake
your metaphorical lacings are tears filled with subtle ire~ deeply touched ~