The Man with My Cure

The Man with My Cure

The loud noises of voices crowded

     moving and chanting among and through the way,

          I find myself alone.

Now traveling and waiting undoubted.

     wooden change in my pocket, belly empty and few words to say,

          I'm on my way home.

The man next to me is dressed for what a sight,

     others around him looking just as well,

          I am humbly alone.

With my rags hanging on my body, inside I fight,

     I hide inside my jagged shell;

          envy, atone.

Gazed and glazed I look upon the window,

     Reflections of doctors and lawyers and wealth.

          I imagine the end of my pain, my poverty vain.

What a struggle here and now flashes in the shadow.

     A dream of breaking this poor old cycle with wit and stealth

          I anger and churn as I can't bear it again!

If only I was among them as one of them, them!

     I wouldn't couldn't shouldn't!

          "Sir, may I have the cure?"

"And what horrid tree did you stem?!"

     "this is about money not me sir, I meant

          I am ragged and in ruin, no more! Must I endure?"

"What of this is this cure?"

     "Your riches sir, share it with my kind

         so that we may become one of you."

"One of US? How can you be sure?"

     "Because you will find,

         I was once like you, you and you.

Now we are viciously divided,

     our world made us this way,

         but today sir, I am sure

What you posses, as decided,

     just this one thing today,

          with your riches, no longer will I endure!"

Reviews

[R.V.Hemington]

Hi ferousfinite,

I normally don't read/review poetry but the image caught my attention and the line "wooden change in my pocket" made me want to read on. Not sure what I can offer for constructive feedback so I'll just say my favorite lines were:

Gazed and glazed I look upon the window,
"And what horrid tree did you stem?!"

My favorite part above all was:

"Sir, may I have the cure?"

"And what horrid tree did you stem?!"
"this is about money not me sir, I meant
I am ragged and in ruin, no more! Must I endure?"

"What of this is this cure?"
"Your riches sir,

Thanks for the read :)
RVH