Ballad of the Broken ManA Poem by Tkess
Sick with discontent Like his body declared mutiny On his mind, a broken man With broken promises of a thin assault He walks sort of off center This walking dead gunslinger No enemies but his own demons
Ghostly hands lift to find themselves Interlocked, a prayer to the gods Or anyone who may be listening Candles dancing here and there Cast shadows of snake pits on the walls Apparitions and hellish-beasts Appear from unfolded metal chairs
He pours a glass, just something to dull the pain But he knows the feelings will remain Left inside his head to battle The ghosts and ghouls and evil spirits From a lifetime of regrettable failures Disjointed words ooze and squeak, from Unused lips no one left to hear him speak
Just an empty man in this empty room Dust and cobwebs clog the windows Coals glow from a reticent fire Abated flames all but extinguished A sliver of light from a full moon Finds him like the hang man’s noose As he chokes on their thoughts and memories © 2011 TkessReviews
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7 Reviews Added on July 5, 2011 Last Updated on July 5, 2011 AuthorTkessPittsburgh, PAAboutWhen I first joined this site I provided a very vague profile of who I am. So, I figured I would elaborate a bit more on what makes me, me. I am 30 years old. For the past 7 ½ years I was a me.. more..Writing
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