She is on a collision course with destiny,
Of somber days with death dwelling,
In the growing abscess of closing door's,
With skies darkened and cloudy,
Swirling into a ghostly shroud,
Like losing her way in a cruel, tongue invested crowd,
Pulling her down into a pit with screeching sounds,
Tearing her desires into strips of beaten and battered feelings,
Her life had once been easy,
With her lustrous, raven hair swept back on days so breezy,
This beauty of Dublin had been the sunlight of an everyday treat,
But drink had overtaken and awakened,
Her to numbed emotions leaving her with her alcohol devotion,
Swimming in a shark invested ocean,
With gaping jaws of nashing teeth just her usual defeat,
Exposing her buried troubles crumbling into pieces of rubble,
She is unable to put them back together,
As her soul has grown tired and too old,
With a torrent of her broken world of wrong choices,
All she hears now is the sneer of ex-colleague's voices,
She is in life's back room,
No hungry lens wants to get near her and zoom,
She is a forgotten voice in the city's slick boom.
Wonder...just how many of us have destroyed ourselves travelling down this path. Very succinctly expressed.
Poetry works wonders if used purposefully! ! ! from the first till the last line...an interesting and thought-provoking write! ! !
No hungry lens wants to get near her and zoom, She is a forgotten voice in the city's slick boom. a soulful write
A Beautiful warning...Alcohol addictions is really pathetic conditions where all are suffering due to its worst side affects..Beautifully expressed. Loved reading it..
Dear madam, you have so astutely delineated this poem on the awareness of alcohol. Taking alacohol is a great addiction that an addicted person can't get out from it. easily. A great poem.
A wonderful poem..............................................10
powerful and meaningful this is amazing poem very good work thanks for sharing
Lovely poem, cautioning with the consequences.... very well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hazel this poem is true to life and the dreadful pit drink can toss people into well done