A Tale of a Broken Man – A POEM

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Death ain’t real
Till you’ve experienced the lost from it,
She was all I had,
Sitting at the bar this night,
Pour me a tall one,
I will tell you the tale,
Weep for you,
Me,
A fallen man,
From the grace of Heaven,
Expelled into Devil’s hand,
Took everything I had,
Took my sunshine,
And turned it into darkness,
Dashed me against the rocky shores,
Left me a broken man,
Deemed not fit to pass,
From these mortal bounds,
To wander,
Through those darkened lands,
That are my mind,
Do not cry,
Oh Lord,
You laughed,
And had your fill at my misery,
Devil,
Dare not care,
I am already in Hell,
Here,
Broken,
Inside my mind.

Close your eyes,
A memory,
A dream,
Is this fucking reality?
A twisted lie,
Ripped from those lies,
Seeping into stages,
Drowning in tears…

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A BALLAD FOR A FRIEND: A poem written in tears

Sad,
Lonely,
Sitting,
Facing that way,
Crossed legs,
Arms folded in defiant motions,
Sitting there,
On the railroad tracks,
Heart breaking,
Heart aching,
The train,
Steaming along,
That train,
Barreling down,
Faster,
And faster,
Today,
Do I dare not pull away,
Sane,
Insane,
Sitting there, waiting,
Patiently.

It seems,
Like it was yesterday,
Fine young men,
Dancing,
There in fancy balls,
With their dames,
Now,
These men,
One lies dead,
The other,
A walking corpse,
His mind,
The end,
Sitting there,
On the railroad tracks,
Thinking about the day,
Days,
Here,
Lay,
Mister! Mister! Get away!!
Run away,
He doesn’t move…