A Broken Man

 

 

 

 

A broken man

 

Shredded letters on the floor

Empty whiskey bottles

Eviction notice on the door

Cruising at full throttle

 

Not a penny to his name

Longing the impending

No one but himself to blame

Misery unending

 

This is but a broken man

Pieces crushed and shattered

Love hath left him once again

Upon the wind now scattered

 

Vices form his prison walls

Slowly closing in

Death to be his last reward

He begs it to begin

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"Vices form his prison walls

Slowly closing in

Death to be his last reward

He begs it to begin"

The power of love and its effectas are so obvious in your dark and sad words. No one said life or love are going to be easy but it might involve a lot of suffering like you are doing now hoping things will turn around eventually...Hang in there my friend...Dig some deep trenches or get some warm blankets for the cold winter...:).........................

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Sami. Have you got a shovel I can borrow?

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha. You are welcome...:)..................

[Rita L. Sev]

Each love that leaves takes a piece. Those vices do too - leading to yet another void... A vivid depiction of the depths of despair, Jack, one I wish was ever fictional...

[Jack...]

Thanks so much Rita. This stuff just happens at times.

[Diana]

I'm not saying the rest of the situation doesn't matter, but "Love hath left him once again" seems to be the whole turning point.

Death does not come as quickly or easily as people imagine. Hang on (easier said than done I know).

[Jack...]

Thank you so very much my friend. It seems that in most of my poetry you will find a reference to love or the loss of it somewhere. :)

[Cryingkate]

Then there can be no Love truly Lost.... You can always find it in your poems.

[J Todd Underhill]

Well done sir! I found piece of an old self in every line of this wonderfully crafted piece. I spent time pickling my liver and living in fear of eviction while writing in my own den of iniquity. I imagine many poets go through this. The last stanza is powerful as I too felt that way at one point. I however can attest there is more than one way out of this scenario I took the more challenging way out and encourage all who read this and identify with it to do the same.

[Jack...]

Thanks so much my friend. Happy you could relate and happy your version turned out well.