From The Tower

A dark poem I penned out late in the night as I contemplated innocence and "justice"

 

From The Tower

 

A great crash

A mighty blow

Soon running for sanctuary

A man with no shoes

A man with no clothes

 

With little to cover his body

Only a crude rag

Running through the streets of the old city

Running with stolen bread in a stolen bag

 

Bare feet hitting the stoney streets

Followed by the sounds of boots

That resist the cold of the night

Trampling over unfortunate young men

Who beg for water and fruit

 

The ragged man rushed in any direction

Into an ancient tower

Little did he know

This was his final hour

 

There was no turning back

The boots were on his tail

Tears filled his eyes

He halted at the top of the tower

Standing on the edge and beginning to wail

 

“I did what I must!”

“I have no remorse!”

“If I am to die now,”

“Then let fate take its course!”

 

With a leap the ragged man sprung

From the the tower of old stone

Hitting the ground with a crack

All that was heard in the night

Was the cracking and snapping of bone

 

The young gathered 'round

So did the old

With stolen bread still in his hands

It is a story that will never forgotten

It is a story that has always been told

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[unspokenguilt]

On the second to last line ,"It is a story that will never forgotten" if you add be in there this poem will be perfect. Other than that it flows beautifully! Great write!

[DontBlink158]

I loved it, it had great imagery as well as an awesome flow to it. I was wrapped in the words the whole time. Great write!!