Memoirs Of A Dead Man Poem by Wayne Leon Learmond

Memoirs
of a
Dead Man
...............

The memoirs
of a dead man
I hold within my hand

Eyes skimming
across the pages
as I try to understand

Crumpled manuscript
I turn each page to see
the words of a dead man
talking back to me

The imagery so strong
as I live his life again
through the pages
of his manuscript
I feel his deep set pain

I see his happiness
and sadness
and deep sorrow too

I see a lost love
and loneliness
and the suffering
he went through

I see the blindness -
the rage in him -
the drinking constantly

I see the
rope swinging
silently
that holds his body
see?

I see all
these things
before me
as I read
my words again

The memoirs
of a dead man
who finally went insane...



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Wayne Leon Learmond
Memoirs of a Dead Man
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