BROKEN
Posted: Tue Nov 26, 2013 8:50 pm
BROKEN
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
It was survival of the fittest; it was just a step beyond
all the rows of churchyard stones that had waited so long
surrounded by broken bottles, their supernatural song
had caused the metamorphis of the man –
count to ten and overcome it if you can.
He saw the sad faced women as they walked the paths of grey.
He saw pity on their faces as they looked the other way.
Another drunk, a yobbo, one who had seen better days
but then he saw the point of impact claim
their faces as they saw this bloke was maimed.
A step beyond the churchyard stones he’d seen horrors of war.
He came to be here with his mates, the ones who’d gone before
whilst he remained, a shattered man with nothing to live for.
A bottle was right now his closest friend.
Oblivion it offered at day’s end.
Maureen Clifford © The Scribbly Bark Poet
It was survival of the fittest; it was just a step beyond
all the rows of churchyard stones that had waited so long
surrounded by broken bottles, their supernatural song
had caused the metamorphis of the man –
count to ten and overcome it if you can.
He saw the sad faced women as they walked the paths of grey.
He saw pity on their faces as they looked the other way.
Another drunk, a yobbo, one who had seen better days
but then he saw the point of impact claim
their faces as they saw this bloke was maimed.
A step beyond the churchyard stones he’d seen horrors of war.
He came to be here with his mates, the ones who’d gone before
whilst he remained, a shattered man with nothing to live for.
A bottle was right now his closest friend.
Oblivion it offered at day’s end.