A Gruesome Guy

'A fictional poem about a deplorable guy, I once saw in one of my sorry dreams'

The road silent and somnolent

With a tranquil speech of its own

The only thuds of weary steps tapping 

Down the narrow impoverished street

The dull street lamp half-yawns 

And the old park bench shivers 

A loaf of yesterday’s bread in his hand

A bottle of ale already half-empty

A disinterested smile he flicked 

And walked towards his cottage

# The tattered unlocked cottage 

Where broken dreams and shattered hopes

Scatter here and there all around #

Aint no wood to kindle the hearth

Aint no stove to cook supper

Aint no company to cherish him

A loathsome life that he leads

Shunned away from everyone

Reviews

[spicedrop]

"The dull street lamp half-yawns
And the old park bench shivers" Great use of personification.

This poem really had feeling and depth. I don't know how fictional it is- I think he really exists, in some ways, inside many of us. Great write.