My Coat Poem by jack green
My Coat
Rough is this coat i wear soiled and torn from to many falls.
A cold shadow casts me forward as a flame consumes the wick.
This numb existence i possess stares at reckless abandon because.
Of to many choices ignored while being delivered mistakes picked.
A street light in the distance my old friend always leading the way.
To the next disappointment certainly waiting its turn to tare at my coat.
Hollowed eyed and with empty stare i proceed to my continuing decay.
Reassured of the only outcome available will be good at best remote.
a really great poem - your descriptions in this one is really great!
I remember an identical poem. most probably it is composed by a great poet.
I liked it to Jack. I read it for the title and I'm glad I did. One of your best. S.
Depressing feeling I get here from these words. It works for me Jack. A cold shadow casts me forward as a flame consumes the wick. Nice line, rather inspirational. Keep up the good work.
nice poem, can be polished further; but congrats on being poet of the day!
Heartiest Congrats for the Poem of the Day recognition to the amazing feelings and emotions for the one of the dearest things- the old coat, woven in form of a beautiful poem.
torn coat...hollowed eyed.......metaphors are...catching....... thanks with congratulation..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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10/8/2024 7:59:16 AM # 1.0.0
A good coat is a good friend in a lonely world I liked this one a lot