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Breakdown
Contributed by
flavellm
on
Sunday, 13th May 2012 @ 03:22:45 PM in AEST
Topic:
anguished
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An old man in a rocking chair
forlorn and listless
cant clear the fog in his mind
cant silence those whispers
I wonder what torment lies
beyond those shrivelled shrunken eyes
He was born in a unforgiving town of
grey skies and impoverished minds
empty stomachs
bare ankles and grime
were you leave the school yard
and just go straight down the mine
following your father footsteps
with a sense of purpose and pride
By the time time he was 23 it began to eat away inside
the shame the bitterness the sleepless nights
it made him feel inadequate and worthless
knowing he was barely able to provide
for his child, for his wife, for a better life
he prayed the boy wouldnt follow his footsteps
with a sense of purpose and pride
and have to sweat and toil through this desperate life
He hit the bottle when he was unable
to put enough food on the table
he punched walls kicked doors
lay in a crumpled mess on the floor
like a sour child he wailed
he gave eveything but failed
Just a tired old man in his rocking chair
forlorn and listless
cant clear the fog
cant silence the whispers
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2012-05-13 15:22:45]
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Re: Breakdown
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by workinprogress on
Wednesday, 16th May 2012 @ 12:36:35 AM AEST
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