Monday, January 09, 2012


Dead men sing in the sun
I shamble in shadows of shame
lonely and laughably lame
I search for a crutch, but find none
now who’s the pitiful one

that dwells in a ramshackle shell
the lowliest walking the earth
impatient for sunny rebirth
to join in the chorus as well
and flee inhospitable hell.


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


I guess that life can sometimes seem better, 'on the other side.'..

Right now the gloomy, foggy weather has covered any hope of seeing the sun....
Roll on springtime!

Eileen :)

Ostensible Truth said...

ooo nicely put! loved that first stanza - very well written indeed - concise, packs a punch and nice and dark! great work!

rch said...

Hey Eileen and OT, this was inspired by a poem from Edward Arlington Robinson, here's a link: