A Poem by Perdition

Willy sat in a warm corner of his room

thinking the last words from his father

his mother was never a noise, never a sound

never a worry or alive…the world had taken what was left

the pills and the white stale rooms that he would visit


he sat there with his gun, his pen and his papered confusions

the thoughts and meanings invading as they pleased


a pounding and Willy stood

his mind a gentle place

ready for his black suit and coat

“I wonder if the other side has fountains” 


the pounding came louder and the scream commanding

everything he no longer could give

Willy began to write his words carefully

and then a shot into his ribs


he smiled looking out toward the red setting sun

his gaze growing dim with memory

the pen slipping from his hand

 in the final words fell his actions and his tears



I did not make this world"


the sun set and willy was buried on a hill where no one came

no one cared and no one bothered to speak

no one with a warm bowl of soup

nothing to say, " I am sorry dear Willy ….goodnight"


Sarah sat in a warm corner of her room

reading of Willy’s demise

cleaning her dreams alone 

nothing but her tooth riddled pen

and the markings on her innocent skin that spoke without her

her only friend was the reading of Willy and his demise


Sarah sat 

thinking how warm these corners can be

how cold the winter when no one comes

not a word or cup of sun to hold.

© 2018 Perdition

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My room's corners are warm now cause of me reading this intense piece (I'd no other word in my mind to express) but tis more than an intense write...
People's caring and love for us can be seen while we're alive but what about the situations that takes place after we kick the bucket?! Fortunately their love remains the same but sadly we stay absent at feeling that love or care....
And, the winter isn't too harsh than the absence of a beloved one, no?
Hope your corners are well warmed and you’re totally fine now....Take care :)

Posted 9 Months Ago


9 Months Ago

I came from love, the passion of learning and curiosity for all things on several dimensions so my c.. read more

9 Months Ago

Many Willys are out there, no?
And I feel hand cuffed for not being able to do a single chang.. read more
I absolutely loved the write... I read it twice and thrice and it was more meaningful than the last. A great piece.. Lovely

Posted 11 Months Ago


10 Months Ago

Glutton fo poetry ..I know that disease I believe..lol. Just be sure and stretch first..some are qui.. read more

10 Months Ago

Now this caught me off guard...those were random lines...lol.. I meant perhaps I was slow to underst.. read more

10 Months Ago

Well you're "frame" poem did the same to me...read it four times and then looked at the picture and .. read more
and may Sarah finds that true kindness, that comforting warmth in the corners of Willy's mind, it was his aiming message to this world, that his death won't be for nothing, and out there, there are people who still listen and care even after his death.

some real messages to the humanity behind Your lines, I can hear the people's gossiping on Willy's death even that he is already gone, and I wonder if people will ever stop judging each others, if ever we will put aside everything and treat each others like we are "humans" specially to those whom are in-need like Willy, instead of looking down at them, lay our hands to them, give them an ear to listen, a little bit of love, how things would be different? something all what it's needed is a little bit of love.

great one my friend. these lines;
"he smiled looking out toward the red setting sun
his gaze growing dim with memory..."
hit me deep, I could feel and see it with my eyes.

truth to be said that I see You as a novelist more than a poet, You have so much to speak of, give a voice to, and write it down.

P.S, I hope nothing is confusing in my review this time :).

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

yes I totally understand You, the poet's blood is flowing through You, it just how it was, how it is.. read more

11 Months Ago

Ya never know what the universe wants from your day,,,i have written prose poetry but I would have t.. read more

11 Months Ago

in my humble opinion I believe You are educated enough in many areas with a thirst to always know mo.. read more
Oh yes, the corners of our hearts and the corners if life are the coldest. And being cast there is lonely and breaks even te strongest man. Willy? Unfortunately he was stuck in that corner. Bless his soul. Hopefully Sarah gets out of the corner as well... This is a nice write, has a great story and a sad ending...

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

Hahaha! I've always been cheesecake or lemon maurang pie... Yum hahaha!

11 Months Ago

I JUST realized you're name is SARAH..OMG! WE LOVE YOU SARAH!!! GET OUT OF THE CORNER!! ;)

11 Months Ago

OK!! I'LL GET OUT OF THE CORNER!!! but I was put there in time-out!!! O.o

I'm sorry Willy ...you can have your wip ...I have my pen ....we will both write of cold winters with warm corners. Good night my dear friend! Peace filled dreams ...Happy Thanksgiving Joe!

Posted 11 Months Ago


11 Months Ago

I believe it is DONE..but ..lol. Happy Thanksgiving and I hope you get the wishbone so you can wish .. read more

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Added on November 22, 2018
Last Updated on November 22, 2018



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Writing is a way for me to transcend the edges around the edges of transcendence; if you catch my drift. Thank you for your wonderful reviews and please forgive me if I sometimes fail to do the same... more..