Michael Wride

Rookie (December,5th 1968 / Wells, Somerset, England, UK)

The Hollow Man - Poem by Michael Wride

The hollow man slept
On a table
In a room blackened by time

A dim lamp shone in a corner
A star
The sun
Penetrating the darkness
Through black grime of thoughts
The thoughts within the mind of a boy
Who knelt at the foot of the bed

The boy wept and shook his head,
'Can it be true that my father is dead'?


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Who is the Hollow Man in the darkness? Is it me or my Father? ... who when I wrote this was alive, but is now no longer with us....another early poem wrestling with death and darkness.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 26, 2013



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