Villages

This poem is more of a story.

 

Villages

Tumbled like weeds

People like weeds

Choking

Growing up too fast

Leaving that Choking village

Leaving that dead place.

 

What a mess, what a mess,

Meddled down to the bottom of a well

Darkness

Echoes

Empty like their heads

Hollow like their hearts.

Goodbyes are worse than daggers

Harder than stone.

 

I’ve got a cane to keep me going.

I don’t got much to keep me going.

But I’m going

And I’m gonna get me out of this town.

This town…

This empty ghost

Choked to death.

 

And they are all dead,

Or all gone.

And the rest of them flew

Far, far away.

And they left me here,

In this stinking village

Rotting, decaying.

 

But I’m going,

I'm going...

Author's Note

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Reviews

[LeeLee Ryder]

It has a free stream of consciousness flow to it and I like that...
You've got a KILLER beginning or should I say a deadly beginning...
I like this very much:
I've got a cane to keep me going. I don't got much to keep me going. But I'm going

Overall, I love the forward motion ... always going thru a deadend path
but your spirit is determined to move forward..
Good job! (and forgive me for using this overused phrase but I must)
You go girl
LeeLee

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the poem a lot. Your story brought me in. Could feel the the desire to run. Ending was very good. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Pepsimax]

very well written, and i think it's a poem that tells a story, well done.