Dorian Gray Poem by Peter Tamburrino

I have lived many years till now, why it’s been, I’ll tell you how
Many a night I have witnessed and seen turn into day.
My soul I can no longer save,
For it is what I gave, I gave on that fateful day.

You wonder what they call me, not all that is alive is free
My name strikes fear in those who hear and remains at bay.
A portrait is my heart's content
My soul is the price that was sent, sent on that fateful day.

Evil in me does not shine, ugliness is what I leave behind
If the sun were a painter, it would ride on it’s glorious ray,
For the landscape of the painter’s lust,
Envy lies is all who must, must liken my everlasting day.

You ask what my name must be, remiss it is, I can never be free
For this painting holds the deep secrets of my sin today
Tomorrow brings age to all
I have never heard life’s long call, a call that I will never obey

For now I will tell you my name, It is with unfathomable shame
I have seen my portrait once too many and now will pay
This student holds all my shame
And alas I reveal my sickening name, my name is none other than Dorian Gray.