Abuse and alcoholism. A true poem. outsiders perspective.
February 4th 2007 03:41
I see a nasty man
full of hatred and of beer.
This horrible old man,
the beer conceals his fear.
His fear of life and the person he can be,
his fear of difference and something unroutine.
Standing right behind him,
can he hear his darlings scream?
her scream for better days
when she felt just slightly free.
Her cry for early days
when in him she did believe.
Can he see her pain?
Yes! I think he can
Yet keeps her at a distance and doesn't care
this shameful, pitied, drunk, silly man.
His tongue as a razor,
cutting straight to the heart.
For she is the stronger
he envies her strong, battered, loving heart.
With his blurry speech,
through his blurry eyes,
I don't think he cares,
so why must he fight?
Fighting is the death of wisdom, caring and love,
for the angels sake should the devil rise above.
Only to entwine in a loving eternal waltz.
But this can never be
Shamelessly, unknowingly,
his only waltz is his broth.
So I stand back silently
wishing this to be,
he doesn't know what hes got
She can't take much more
she'll be gone soon,
this I do believe.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT??
All the best everyone.
full of hatred and of beer.
This horrible old man,
the beer conceals his fear.
His fear of life and the person he can be,
his fear of difference and something unroutine.
Standing right behind him,
can he hear his darlings scream?
her scream for better days
when she felt just slightly free.
Her cry for early days
when in him she did believe.
Can he see her pain?
Yes! I think he can
Yet keeps her at a distance and doesn't care
this shameful, pitied, drunk, silly man.
His tongue as a razor,
For she is the stronger
he envies her strong, battered, loving heart.
With his blurry speech,
through his blurry eyes,
I don't think he cares,
so why must he fight?
Fighting is the death of wisdom, caring and love,
for the angels sake should the devil rise above.
Only to entwine in a loving eternal waltz.
But this can never be
Shamelessly, unknowingly,
his only waltz is his broth.
So I stand back silently
wishing this to be,
he doesn't know what hes got
She can't take much more
she'll be gone soon,
this I do believe.
FOOD FOR THOUGHT??
All the best everyone.
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