A poem based on addiction and obsessive need….
Sullied copper pieces,
counted in their hundreds
by his idle hands. Neatly
stacked in soaring structures
of soiled bronze, their sum
the meagre herald of a misspent youth.
A breadth of futile wealth,
the harvest of frail deeds
and bare, listless days. Not
enough to change a life or
mend its wasteful ways,
nor dare to suit the purpose of desire.
In total though, enough,
to seek an honest stupor
in fleet, liquid seep. A
means too soon diminished,
its every steeple toppled
by the voracity of need.
a very well expressed poem, well done!
I haven’t read a piece of poetry like this for a long time )..well done. There’s something about it that sure does capture the reader )
Nice Work!
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