Prey

Ironically, it is myself that i prey upon...

outside the meeting hall door

chatting men, close together

clouds of cigarette smoke hang low

on this chill december night

reluctantly they go on their way

huddling in one's and two's

 the gauntlet of temptation

entices on every corner

pleasure and pain awaits

walk on by...

Author's Note

recovery musing.

Reviews

[dreaming dame]

:) Love how you put the words. Simply unedrstandable, yet poetic. :)
Keep on walking...

[Judy Ponceby]

spectacular write. you captured the feeling of these men haunted by their own ghosts. brilliant. completely brilliant write.

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there where the art comes in ...knowing where to start and finish a piece without losing the impact or over dramatizing..you nailed this ...in it noir film feel...great work

[SkinlessFrank]

you've captured the elemental sadness in this scene that plays out over and over again...and always seems to be december even when it's not

[patricia]

you captured this well. It's weird to think this poem applies to so many places, towns, countries. Brilliant. loved it. Thankyou.

[Robin]

I remember watching a group of A.A. meet at the local resturant . together they joked and laughed , but as the evening dwindled , I could see it in their eyes , their return to their life , that fear behind a mask . You captured that .

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

chilling atmospheric diorama of specualtive possibilities threads the reader through the borders of the poetic story in quick bite~ fantastic~