Troubled Soul. Poem by Bieze Josphat

Troubled Soul.

Rating: 5.0


Guilty of what he did
He joined his friends
To a drinking spree
Hoping to set
His conscience free.

He gulped down wine
With lightening speed
He appeared NOT fine
In everything he did.

Rounds and round
Unfortunately he choked
Fell to the ground
His friends were shocked.

He had wished himself dead
Now he is
After living in dread,
Is death a life of ease?

Friday, September 5, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Chinedu Dike 13 September 2014

IS DEATH A LIFE OF EASE? What a difficult and high level question. This poem highlights the beauty of poetry as a special field of art. Lovely poem. A having fun tonight.

1 0 Reply
Edward Kofi Louis 05 September 2014

A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

1 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success