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Breakdown

Contributed by flavellm on Sunday, 13th May 2012 @ 03:22:45 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished



An old man in a rocking chair
forlorn and listless
cant clear the fog in his mind
cant silence those whispers
I wonder what torment lies
beyond those shrivelled shrunken eyes

He was born in a unforgiving town of
grey skies and impoverished minds
empty stomachs
bare ankles and grime
were you leave the school yard
and just go straight down the mine
following your father footsteps
with a sense of purpose and pride

By the time time he was 23 it began to eat away inside
the shame the bitterness the sleepless nights
it made him feel inadequate and worthless
knowing he was barely able to provide
for his child, for his wife, for a better life
he prayed the boy wouldnt follow his footsteps
with a sense of purpose and pride
and have to sweat and toil through this desperate life

He hit the bottle when he was unable
to put enough food on the table
he punched walls kicked doors
lay in a crumpled mess on the floor
like a sour child he wailed
he gave eveything but failed


Just a tired old man in his rocking chair
forlorn and listless
cant clear the fog
cant silence the whispers




Copyright © flavellm ... [ 2012-05-13 15:22:45]
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Re: Breakdown (User Rating: 1 )
by workinprogress on Wednesday, 16th May 2012 @ 12:36:35 AM AEST
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Very touching...I got chills! Thanks!




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