The Immortal Man

Milton H Peebles III on Jan 23, 2009

Something creepy I wrote long ago.

As I wander
In this dark and dreary rain,
I seem to ponder
What I should ordain?

Is the gargoyle
Or the flaming lake,
Should I wait awhile
Or is it now at stake?

The winding rain
Blatters harshly down
Upon my mane
While leaving town.

What is ahead?
Is it the easy
Way for us to be dead,
Or to become sly and leazy.

What is hidden
Up in this rain
That causes my skin
To make me feel unsane?

Is it my hopeful death
Or is he passing me by
To leave me with more breath
And to make me forever cry.

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Darla Smith on Jan 23, 2009
Interesting and definitely creepy. I like it!
monica55 on Jan 23, 2009
I like the enigmatic nature of this poem. One can make one’s own interpretation. Good Job.
Monica.
lisa on Jan 23, 2009
I don’t know why, but I think of dragons when i read this.
Laín Deba on Jan 26, 2009
your poetry is interestin, because The death always this there, to our left, hoping at any time to take to us.
Fool is the man who is created immortal. Sorry for my english.

good poetry,

we see ourselves,

Laín
Palestrya on Apr 12, 2011
What an interesting poem! I thought of several things – side roads, twists while reading it – all the while rain drenched and cold. . .

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