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Lost Child, Broken Man

October 20, 2012

by Sean Michael, March 2012

This broken man was a lost child
Wounded hands and broken smiles
Lost sense of direction; mislaid in ire
E’er wandering through fire
Doused with tears, his burning desire
The wraith of past times paints a dour picture for bleary eyes
From the shadowy corner sounds muffled cries
Utterances of pain
Imprisoned rage carves the soul!
The icy breath of death caresses his neck
So cold …
Insipid thoughts like sharpened daggers strike!
Insanity pirouettes through his mind
Waves crash and rush the tide up the sanguinary sands
O’ lost child, too weary to stand
This hopeless boy becomes a broken man


From → Art, Poetry

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