What was a life worth?

Okay, so the story behind this is that I watch a lot of crimeshows, and I wrote a poem inspired by a men we often see in thoose kind of shows.. men that I´ll just never understand.

WHAT WAS LIFE WORTH?

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What was a life worth?

He didn't even value his own

So he walked around on earth

No heart, just skin and bone

Sending souls to heaven

Cause he had none of his own

Whatever happened to him?

On his road to being full grown

He had a knife, he had a gun

Said he didn't need anyone

Waiting for conscience to arrive

If he bothered to, he stayed alive

People hated and feared him

The man with no soul

He didn't lose, he didn't win

His eyes had simply grown too cold

He said that living was a duty

He said life was a game

He stripped peace of its beauty

Like it was a price he could claim

No hope, no reason, no laughter

Could bring him out of the dark

No one knew what he was after

Could not even love warm his heart?

But who could love such a man

Who each day killed and died alone

Who was impossible to understand

Whose reasons were never known

Reviews

[pinhead07]

Awesome read, keep up the good work, this one really painted a picture. And did it well.

[Johanna]

thankyou so much :) Glad you liked it :)

[Laura Ashley Lord]

"He stripped peace of its beauty
Like it was a price he could claim"

Those lines really hit it for me. Interesting read and idea behind it. Keep up the good work.

[Johanna]

Thankyou Laura :)

[David]

I understand them. that's how I started before I changed myself for the better. (killing souls metaphorically of course.) but over all great poem kid well done

[Johanna]

Thankyou Ryan :)

[David]

you're welcome :)

[Blue]

I don't understand them, too, Johanna. They make world a worse place than it already is. Your kindness shines in this poem. Just few corrections, if I may?

*Who´s past was never known - whose past was never known
*He stripped peace of it´s beauty - he stripped peace of its beauty

Overall, I enjoyed the read. This poem is full of interesting insights on what possibly goes on in the mind of those people.

[Johanna]

Yes! of course, thankyou, I´m glad you see that stuff :)) I´ll correct it right away, a poem is always better when it´s written correctly :)

and I glad you like it.. yeah.. guess we´ll never know

[❤ Maggie ❤..]

As always, awesome job!! :)

[Johanna]

Thankyou Maggie :)

[❤ Maggie ❤]

You're welcome!

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

This piece was very very good hun.
Full of question's i think no one knows. Why do sick sick men kill people? do they get a thrill out of it? is it fun?
We will never know all we know is they have a heart or they wouldn't be breathing but you wonder how deep down that heart is.
Full of emotion, meaning and unanswered questions that leave us all wondering.
Great write hun :)

[Johanna]

Thankyou hon, glad you liked it :)

[cimmy wuv xxxooo]

your most welcome anytime :)

[00000000000000000000000..]

Another very played out poem my dear friend:) I loved it:) I get behind on my reading at times but wow its so worth it because I get to read more than one like a book:)

[Johanna]

Thankyou :) I do that too, haha great :)

[0000000000000000000000000000]

My pleasure dear friend:)

[Elina]

This was nicely written. An excellent depiction of one who has been corrupted and twisted into a perverse version of a human being. I particularly enjoyed the sixth stanza.

[Johanna]

I´m glad :) thanks elina :)

[A. Amos]

Hmmmmmmmmmmm now this one totally different from your usual style, those kind of people are devil, evil and complete monsters walking the face of earth. You penned well...

[Johanna]

Yeah I know, but I have some poems like theese here and there..:) thankyou :)

[Rossen]

Sure you don't have a serial killer inside you somewhere,lol
Effortlessly off the page talented wordsmith you are Johnna.

Rossen

[Johanna]

Haha, gladly no :) Just watch way to many crimeshows haha xD
Thankyou so much :)