Chris G. Vaillancourt

Silver Star - 3,046 Points (April 5,1959-june 2016 / Canada)

A Triumphant Gladiator In The Arena Of Goodbye - Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

Lonely man, living like
a drifting cracker crumb
floating
in
a
bowl
of
soup.
The table is filled with
ice cream hearts
melting
slowly
into
oblivion.< br>It will come, this death.
It will proclaim
its victory
as if it was
a triumphant
gladiator in the
arena
of
goodbye.

And still they say that every day
is the best medicine to swallow.

Xenophobic androids
bleating
their
inconsistent
beliefs.
Change is real.
It defines
who we have been.

And one wonders why the
scratching bees are silent?

Have they lost their focus?

That must be it.
The focus.
The never staying
hum-drum of
placating
the
masses.

Grieving man, who
sits at the table
and
pounds
his
hands
into
the
fire.

L et the burning begin.

Put on the tombstone,
'Not here anymore.'

Topic(s) of this poem: philosophical


Comments about A Triumphant Gladiator In The Arena Of Goodbye by Chris G. Vaillancourt

  • Paul Sebastian (11/16/2015 5:16:00 AM)


    The struggle, wrestle, the fight...yet the gladiator cannot win. There is resurrection for those who believe. I am with you in the pain when I read this poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 15, 2015



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