Alone
Eyes dead
Sunken head
He doesn’t walk, but marches
Broken pledge
With nothing said
He puts in the cartridge
BANG!
With a flash
He lie there collapsed
With limbs relaxed
The air now thick with gloom
But no sorrow is to bloom
In this oh so empty room
...
Earlier that day
“If a tree falls in the forest-”
He hushes quietly to himself
“and no one is around to hear it
does it make a sound?”
(2013)
With the end of the "Blurb series" I guess i'm going to go back to just writing poetry here and there like I normally do. Comment on whether or not you'd want another mini series where I try to put out three poems in one day (well I love to write so much i'd probably do it any way:)). Don't forget to tell me what you think about the poem as well!!
