Indwelling lived a demon;
waking when I least would think:
as the symphony so sweetly sounded
turmoil roiled in my heart
& I wished I could have what I heard.
Indwelling in my mind was hunger
and the need to enjoy what you had,
and deep in the recesses of my thought
what joys and treasures I had once had.
A smouldering anger inside did long burn.
Long long long ago I was a happy lad,
and for many happy years I played,
and never once was sad.
Long long long ago I played up in the trees,
and when my mum hung out the wash
I sang to birds and bees.
Long long long ago there lived a happy lad,
but one fine day they did him in,
and later he went bad.
Here enter blues bass guitar solo
Love had made me what I am,
but envy did me in.
Mother's love but smothered love
and beer vodka and gin.
Love had helped me grow
but envy stunted me.
I grew weak and I grew pale
then lost the sight to see.
Author notes
Option 2 is what I choose.
A contest entry
- 118th Contest by Tarja.
450 points, ended December 29, 2007, 7 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
This is a work in progress.
Comments
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I honestly think this could use a lot more length. I enjoyed it very much but it is really lacking in so much because of how short it is... the reader has no time to really get into it. Why don't you edit this to it's full potential? I think you could do a lot more.
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Thanks Tarja, you were right, but I was not done actually
Lately I don't have the time on the monitor and tower which I used to enjoy.
Life is turning weird on me, but life is becoming better.
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Indwelling lived a demon in me;
hope u get over ur demon before its too late
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