Now He's Gone

Now He’s Gone

You were with a poet once

but you never read his words;

cared not for his achievements.

His majesty was lost on you

for you, in dyslexic grief,

could only see yourself.

Could only be yourself alone,

no room for two,

kept your drawers full of pity,

stopped him in creation.

And yet you fed greedily from his fountain,

until he was dried

and cracked and worn,

a car wreck.

Is it any wonder

that now he is gone?

 

10/08/12

Reviews

[Irene]

oh my. this is exactly how i feel sometimes. the first 4 lines are exactly how i feel with my parents sometimes. I showed them a few of my poems and they read it in a mocking voice. The poem Masquerade was actually written about me and they were mocking it, not realizing how much it hurts.

Beautifully written. nice work. the last 2 lines really bring it home.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Irene. I am sorry you have felt so much at such a young age.