Mr. John Doe

Mr. John Doe

A Poem by JenLyn

Weeping willows ballet in the breeze.
The blue sky morphed into violent seas,

The Heaven's burst with angels' cries.
As he sat in the cool grass drying his eyes,

Divine dew diluted his salty tears.
How did his past find him after all those years?

He killed his secrets but they rose from the dead.
He was displayed and bled.

No one even knew his real name.
No proof he existed with only himself to blame.

The secrets he had left, remained  sealed.
He vowed they'd never be revealed.

He learned his lesson; never whispered another word.
He found a way to speak without being heard.

He was familiar with the place and afraid to let go.
But it became so vacant that his only company was an echo.

His thoughts throbbed with miserable memories.
Remembering one by one how friends became enemies.

He had to hush the mumbles and stop the lies.
But the only way out was to die.

He lifted a gun in a moment of utter despair, "BANG!"
His melancholy musings splattered everywhere.

His barren body stretched across the earth.
As he entered death he wished for rebirth.

God washed him with holy rain.
Purified his sins and pain.

So sad that no one will ever know this man,
or the reasons he ran.

No one will ever know why his soul was ravaged,
or if his life could have been salvaged.

To his grave his took his grief and mystery.
And still to this day no one knows his history.

Beneath the weeping willows he sleeps in peace,
on the same spot where his life ceased.

On his tombstone it says,

"A unknown man lies below,
we only buried him here
because he had no where else to go.
May you find a home in eternity,
Mr. John Doe."


© 2015 JenLyn



Author's Note

JenLyn
This a first (rough) draft.

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The imagery is amazing. I love it

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A beautiful poem; I enjoyed it dearly. I'm just going to provide some constructive pointers. You wrote "To his grave his took his grief" but I'm positive that this is a typo, maybe you meant "To his grave he took his grief". Also, in the first stanza I think the second line would accent the rhyming if it said "The blue sky morphed into violent seas." Again, this poem was beautiful. :)

Posted 3 Years Ago


I like the ending.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Nice I once read a quote that said Everyman starts and Ends the only thing that makes us different is how we got there. I thought this was a good take on the anonymousness of death. This was an overall sucssessful write.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Very intriguing topic and your writing is outstanding. I like this a lot, keep it up. :)

Posted 5 Years Ago


Nice work Jennifer...how sad to leave this world as an unknown, and yet you show the interior description of a man who life has failed to respond to him...and when he reaches his Heaven and looks down there he is recognized by those who took the time to write his last identity...

Posted 6 Years Ago


I like this poem. A good topic to write on. The John Doe of the world must have a million hidden secrets. I like the story you wrote in the poem. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 6 Years Ago



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Added on August 28, 2011
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Tags: Poetry, secrets, suicide, death, creative writing, depression, loneliness

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JenLyn
JenLyn

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