A Poem by topsyturvy

Sensing billows of despair

The cravings left his heir.


Wisdom at the brink

His child slips him a wink.


He takes after the role

His father set in stone


His cries heard all through the night

They whisper in the dark

He strikes and rips them apart.


His fellow men appears

Till night they never waver

Until his dying breath

They no longer remember.

© 2011 topsyturvy

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I like poems that could apply to any country and to any time, and I sense this is just such a one. A pretty mysterious tone blankets the piece, giving the audience amble opportunity to fill in the blanks. This speaks to me a lot also about inheritance and genes, and how we follow patterns of family karma, sometimes unknowingly. Food for thought, a deep write!

My favorite lines:

He takes after the role
His father set in stone

Posted 7 Years Ago

Nice one...

Posted 8 Years Ago

The curtains drawing to a close to open up for the following act. I could gather something sinister in the intentions of the sun. Like he can't wait for his chance, even though it means the death of his own father. Very cold. Interesting subject.

- Guilt

Posted 8 Years Ago

very nice

Posted 9 Years Ago

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Added on December 21, 2011
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