Robert Burgan

Veteran Poet - 1,275 Points (Chicago)

A Cold July - Poem by Robert Burgan

I sang so many songs in front of an audience of flaws
I broke so many skulls without laying a finger on their bones
I didn't apologize for breaking apart our family ties
I lay awake I'm out of time
Threw away my old disguise

Dearly beloved, homicide
It sure was a cold July
Dearly beloved, suicide
It sure was a cold July

There were no fireworks for me
No happiness just misery
Manufactured, it was easy
I killed off everything
I didn't apologize for tearing apart so many lives
I lay awake
Lord, please forgive! I still have a life to live
Another sleepless night in bed
I should have killed myself instead of leaving the ones I love for dead
No redemption, just intent
No reflection, just pretend
No redemption, just intent

Dearly beloved, now it's time
To relive that cold July
Dearly beloved, now it's time
To leave behind that cold July.

Topic(s) of this poem: addiction, guilt, redemption


Comments about A Cold July by Robert Burgan

  • Chinedu Dike (3/3/2017 11:02:00 AM)

    An insightful depiction of loss of sunshine in a life at its lowest ebb, well articulated and nicely brought forth from the heart. Thanks for sharing Robert. (Report)Reply

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  • Carol Nichols (11/17/2016 3:02:00 PM)

    This is amazing. Dark and brilliant. I also love the title. (Report)Reply

    Robert Burgan(12/8/2016 8:37:00 AM)

    Carol, thank you for all the very kind comments, I appreciate the feedback and will be posting more poems soon.

    Thank you again

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Poem Submitted: Friday, September 9, 2016

Poem Edited: Thursday, September 15, 2016


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