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.
Are You Reading Me?
Bob,
ReplyDeleteI 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 :)
ooo nicely put! loved that first stanza - very well written indeed - concise, packs a punch and nice and dark! great work!
ReplyDeleteHey Eileen and OT, this was inspired by a poem from Edward Arlington Robinson, here's a link:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174249