Simon Mack

Rookie (London)

The End - Poem by Simon Mack

No friends,
No life,
No self respect.

No trends,
No wife,
No kids to protect.

No will,
No soul,
No guts inside.

Big chill,
Huge hole,
Devoid of pride.

Run far,
Life's path,
Down into hell.

Tore scars,
Devil's hearth,
Ring reaper's bell.

No more,
Mind cracked,
Life's lie revealed.

Meds whore,
Brain hacked,
Drugged haze conceals.

Pills fade,
Words breath,
To no avail.

A soul's death,
Toward I sail.

Comments about The End by Simon Mack

  • Gold Star - 10,863 Points David Wood (5/1/2013 12:45:00 PM)

    A lovely poem that you have to read quickly to get the full benefit. It rhymes well too. Well done. A good write (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 2, 2013

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