an old poem looking for fresh light

lmtduffy

C&C please,
this is one of my favourite poems ive written but haven't had as much look getting it published as others,

Actualisation

How does a man die?
He thought.

Few thought of him
As his body
Bared berries.

The brambles
With their thorns
Through out him
And about,
What was left
Of his human form

His knuckles
People remembered,
Were always bruised
The cuffs of his shirt
Always encrusted
With the blood
Of unfortunates.

How long
Was he awake
That day,
Why did he give in
And what did he see?

The hole in his jaw,
Says it all .
The wind blows through
With a slight whistle

His eyes were open
As his head now is,
He wouldn’t want to miss it
It can only be seen once.

He didn’t quiver
What would it have done
He gripped the pistol tight
He released the bullet
Was that it,
Was he gone?

His silliest memory
Was his last one,
He swallowed
And tasted
His own splintered tongue.

The silver he had,
His watch, tie pin
Rings and fillings
still remain,
Catching the sun
Unlike the lead
And the now rusted gun.

Sad it is
And sad it will be
That forever,
Mutilated
He shall stay
His mind and body
Were lean
So he followed his dreams.

As others weep,
He know sleeps
Like Christ but
With confidence.

He lies forever
With out guilt,
Having seen
What others
Would kill to see.

Some would say
It’s a pity,
His mind
Must’ve been weak
But they didn’t understand
They couldn’t see,
Exactly what he was looking for.
The courage to find it
So unique.

Did he see it?
If he did
Did he have a chance
To speak,
To speak to it?

Could he challenge it
Was he so prepared?
He always knew
It would be tough,

In his defence
No matter what he did
There was no right or wrong.
Really, no heaven or hell
This was going to be it
In an act of self discovery
He rang that last bell,

Liam Duffy

Matt Holck

The brambles
With their thorns
Through out him

nice image


brambles growing woven between the ribs
a heart pierced by living wood