Old men and broken souls

[Dante Reawakened]

Old men and broken souls

Trapped in a maze of ribs and malice

Revelation another lie

Stories unremembered and

Hunger



Redemption comes

with the morning light

He crawls forth again,

armed with his old man pills

and little boy needs.



What filled that empty cavity

And set you on that course?

What stained those eyes in bitter tannins?

and left such hunger uncaged



Eater of souls, teller of stories

Your needs can never be filled.

Salvation slips away

very good observation(s)

your words speak truth

 

[BackAgain]

Its been fun, but I think its time to clean up the thread.
All posts going forward should have some tangential relationship to the subject. Thanks!

Whatever that might be.

 

[fncceo]

Old men go on trips and never come back.

My family keeps leaving out on the ice flow... but I manage to crawl back every time.

 

[Leo123]

The thread is about poems....Here's mine

You're breakin' my heart
You're tearin' it apart
So fuck you

 

[Coyote]

My family keeps leaving out on the ice flow... but I manage to crawl back every time.

Damn…you’re a tough old bugger!

Have they tried encouraging you to wander off into the forest?