He sits in the midst of plenty,
scarred, thin and terribly tired.
There have been too many choices!
His mind torn becomes totally mired.
Given bounty he starves all alone
because he has chosen not to share.
There's no one calling on his phone.
He has no fiend even in memory to care.
Family he drove off, his bounty to keep,
and fought off strangers in need.
Over his lonely death no one will weep.
He'll die alone killed by his greed.
Author notes
Fantasy from a visual impression.
A contest entry
- My first contest! Picture Prompt by Itzamna.
600 points, ended October 13, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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