Guilt

i am Reason... Choices encompass me...

An old reading glass

Hiding the eyes yet older

Of the man having tea for lunch,

The staff meagrely supports

All that he could not,

 

And I sit alone,

Sipping my own share

Of the cheapest lunch

That one can have,

Contemplating fate,

 

Defaced by life,

Skin scratched by winter,

Mirrored questions of selling and borrowing,

Preying on the nerves that crumble in tears,

As I look away,

 

It was a onetime thing they’d say,

His ghost was here to stay,

The horror and haunting... kept me sliding,

Down the valley of decay,

 

So I killed time, burnt money, smoked my youth,

Conjured up fake words with nothing to prove,

For the myriad veils of solace,

Comforting enough to ignore,

I kept sliding, sliding some more,

 

He wasn’t symbolic,

And neither was I,

Opulence is a passing phase

That left me with nothing to breathe,

For it was winter,

I was cold.... so was he...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A poem with a powerful story. Many of us will look back and see our mistakes. We will wonder if we were wiser. Would we be in a better position? The story create a sad vision of a lonely person trying to see life with old eyes. I like the ending a lot. Thank you for the outstanding story.
Coyote

[stars are far]

This is greatly done °__°

[Frantzuu]

Great poem. I love to visualize things in my head as I read them, and I must admit the imagery in this piece is very powerful and clear. I can just picture an old man sitting in a diner reflecting back on life.
Great poem. :)

[Arielle Ann]

this was marvelous...its often long..too long when we sit to ponder and reflect about our past ..."So I killed time, burnt money, smoked my youth,
Conjured up fake words with nothing to prove,
For the myriad veils of solace,
Comforting enough to ignore,
I kept sliding, sliding some more,"....I even enjoyed the comparison "An old reading glass,Hiding the eyes yet older"-wonderful touching write abhas :) one of my favorites :)

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. possibly, one of the best pieces you have ever written, abhas ... so lucid ... so intense ... so introspective ... so observant ... oh, i'm a proud fan ... the earnestness and humility in your poetic voice is just out of this world stunning ... you, as a poet, have arrived ... i'm glad to be in the audience to receive you ...